Quietly Epic

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes a competition.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty is a discomfort.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes rotting.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty is a lie.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes the truth.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty is a skeleton.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes a ladder.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty is a sharp knife.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes an excuse.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty is the truth.

I hate being called pretty.

Pretty becomes a lie.

I hate being called pretty.

When the eyes see what the soul refuses to see, we call it logic.

When the soul sees what the eyes cannot see, we call it blindness.

When the eyes see what the soul should not see, we call it science.