The Bad Side

I'm ugly in a way you can't see,
On the outside I'm real pretty,
But when you look at me,
It's impossible for you to see,
What I see within my own self,
The ugly on the inside,
The bad side of me.

I just took a shower,
My body is squeaky clean,
But I still feel dirty,
On the inside,
In a place I can't reach,
The bad place inside of me.

It's not very pretty,
The side of me I see,
I try so hard to change the outside,
Hoping it will rub off on the inside,
Hoping it will alter my ugly side,
But it never seems to change,
The bad side of me.

I've never hurt myself,
I've been careful of how I live,
I've taken good care of my body,
Praying that if I'm good enough to me,
Praying that if my good side shows,
It will heal the part that doesn't show,
The bad place inside me.

Did I get up on the wrong side of the bad?
Did I get up on the wrong side of the world?
How did I get on God's bad side?
How did I get on my own bad side?
What is wrong with my inside?
What is this on my inside?
Why do I only look good on the outside?
Why do people only see what's on the outside?

I don't want my bad side to rub off on somebody,
I'd hate to infect another with what's inside,
But, oh, how I wish somebody else could see,
This ugly person that's alive inside of me,
Oh, how I wish somebody else could see,
This ugliness on the inside,
How I wish somebody else could see,
The bad place inside of me,
I wish somebody else could see,
The bad side of me.