Your artificiality is driving me insane
When did it become cool to not have a brain?
You walk around these halls with your face caked on,
Your hair like straw from all those times you dyed it to cover up the real one
Who never told you how you were was enough?
What made you think you had to cover up?
I just don’t understand.
You’ve got wings on your eyes, foundation and contour
Nobody even knows what you really look like anymore
You spend so much time covering up who you really are,
Your pimples, your face, all the way down to your scars
You puff out your lips, suck in, eyes wide
All just to take a good picture while you hurt inside
And then you do it again and again, because everyone tells you you look great
Yet the very same people say, “I hate it when people are fake”
An insect hides in plain sight to avoid predators
In disguise it lives its’ life like it's’ hiding under a bed cover
The Mocker Swallowtail wears big, red wings because it’s afraid
It makes me wonder- does their fear ever make them ashamed?
I’ve seen girls starve themselves over their looks
Stay up day and night, searching for an answer in some magazine they read like a religious book
I’ve seen girls suffocate themselves in some body wrap
Girls who don’t even weigh 140 pounds, thinking that they’re fat
The mask you wear is overtaking you
Why do you care so much about what Kim Kardashian is doing?
How are you ever gonna live if you keep suffocating yourself?
You’re just a product of the items hanging on the makeup shelf
In all honesty, I don’t really want to understand
Sometimes I slightly want to hit you with a frying pan
Just to get it through your head
That life isn’t about your looks or the rumors you spread
It’s about heart and soul- I got one, I know you do, too
Imagine how great the world would be if we all started to tell the truth.