Nineteen years have gone by,
And I can't recount the times I've slammed the door, shouted, whined, and cried out loud
Until every window in my house felt like they were going to shatter.
I have a temper and it's as easy as that.
Don't be fooled by the exterior of my shell,
A small frame given and a sweet face feigned.
Deep inside there's a lion, a tiger, a monster that's creeping in thy blood of mine.
It boils with rage and cools with solace.
If you peel away my skin,
I wouldn't be so pretty, would I?
Look at me red, raw, and dripping with liquid.
I'm vulgar, I'm foul, and I'm disgusting.
I've said enough.