Isn't it sweet,
That someone can look at another
And think about how beautiful of a piece of art they are?

Isn't it upsetting,   
When that very person hates every
inch of themselves and drinks away their sadness at a bar?

Isn't strange,
When a person sees a falling star, they make a wish
And marvel at the sight of beauty,
When the star that's falling,
Is going down into pain and suffering?