The cyanide swan

Ugly duckling, beautiful swan
The gentle cover is now gone
And the evil side is the only one
Some would say she's a con

The mask is off
She's now tough
Some would say rough
Like she hasn't had any love

Maybe she couldn't stand the ridiculing anymore
And was fed up of life being a chore
Or the hatred that was emerging from her core
Was fighting t's way out of the door

She certainly has an edge, that's certain
Like opening up neon curtains
To find a dark but fascinating soul
That's been around for eternity but never gets old

Some would say she's hate personified
She's so honest as she has nothing to hide
Only a few have seen her soft side
Apart from that she's like cyanide