You see a girl just smiling,
Lightning clear as glass,
Radiating untold joy,
Dancing in starlit grass.
But appearances are instances
Where the eyes cannot be believed;
Look closer at the figure,
You'll see that you were deceived.
You know the girl is hiding
Thunder black as moon,
A darkness trapped inside her,
What was her horrible doom?
You see a boy just looking,
Piercing eyes so bold,
Pointed teeth and curled up lip,
Rigid, frigidly cold.
But appearances are instances
Where the eyes cannot be believed;
Look closer at the figure,
You'll see that you were deceived.
You know the boy was broken,
Heart shattered, wilted away,
Rebuilt lead to fill the dead,
Coldness of every day.
You see a woman regal,
Tall and proud as a queen,
A quirk to the hip, crooked lip,
Smiling at what she has seen.
But appearances are instances
Where the eyes cannot be believed;
Look closer at the figure,
You'll see that you were deceived.
You know that she is a statue,
Designed to have no flaw,
Herself, she is her sculptor,
To hide what first she saw.
You see an old man seething,
Brimming with anger, hate,
Alone against the world so wrong,
Never will his rage abate.
But appearances are instances
Where the eyes cannot be believed;
Look closer at the figure,
You'll see that you were deceived.
You know that he has lost
And missed his only chance,
At love and home and family,
Why shouldn't rage be his stance?

You see a crowd of people,
Hiding pain and cracks and dents,
But if you look closer, you'll join them too,
All of us—in a way—are bent.