You fail as a child, then as a teen.
Who cares about you? Go make good grades in school.
Do this like that, and that like this.
This goes here, and this goes there.
Follow my scheme, and then you'll be okay.
If you don't do it exactly like this, you fail.
And you were such a sweet boy.
Do as I say.
Create an outer image of a good human.

No, fuck it all. Fuck style, fuck grades, fuck hipocracy, fuck the image. Like me how I am, Dad. Not like I should be.

But I guess I really do want to project inner beauty to outer beauty too. And at the same time I absolutely hate the image-making. The masking.
I'm rich and good styled and take cocaine and drunk myself unconcious. Well, fuck you loser.
I look so damn good, I am so social, and inside I'm a real bastard asshole criminal. Well fuck you, Mister.

I want to be beautiful on the outside too. Break the spell and the seal.
And if people come to me: My gosh you look so good, you are well dressed you must be a good person; I'd say to them: You are an ignorant idiot.

So I dub The Unforgiven.

Now where's that skin lotion to purify my outer-self too...