She walks and talks like she didn't care
And shakes off all the judging stare
Ignores all those what she hear
That happens every time she comes near

Of course, she's imperfectly beautiful
But to them only her mistakes are visible
She knows they're just insecure
Who pretend to be clean and pure

They wash their hands and finds a name
Trying to find someone to blame
One they could push to the flame
To cover up themselves from shame

She builds herself a shield of wall
To keep her defense thick and tall
She won't satisfy them see her fall
And says "Who are they after all"