• A mask to hide my shame,
    but more now speak my name.
    A search for some affection,
    a search for sweet perfection.
    Words they say, "your beautiful",
    but I've yet to hear "your wonderful"
    Is glamor all love is,
    a pretty face to earn a kiss?
    And what's considered pretty?
    The fake to hide the ugly.
    Love isn't your voice.
    Since when was love a choice!?
    Lust controlling your mind.
    Love, it isn't blind.
    Even our tales make us believe,
    our minds, our hearts they do deceive.
    All they want are models from magazines.
    Beauty, an achievement, a desperate dream.
    A yearning to be loved by all,
    a wanting to be the princess of the ball.
    No difference in us
    but why all the fuss?
    To be bleach blond,
    skin tight,
    make up,
    highlights.
    It isn't love its lust,
    there is no hope or trust.
    a barbie doll love tale,
    a shallow love always fails.
    Plastic face, and plastic boobs,
    a disgust for high calorie foods.
    Fake eyelashes, luscious lips.
    Kindergarten, my first kiss.
    Seventh grade, your in bed.
    Blackened eyes, lips so red.
    Skin and bones,
    screeching moans.
    Distorted body images,
    to reach what is "perfect".
    Just think its all ******** up,
    the panty hoes and push ups.