Transparent

I don't care if you don't like me.

Why would that matter in my eyes?

When it's you who I can see right through,

all your transparent lies.

Do you even know

How many you've made cry?

Maybe it's you, that needs to look in the mirror

can you see how ugly you are?

Or are you blind,

to the rising tide

of people, who are starting to see

you for who you are inside?