big nose that match the small eyes
that go with weird lips and skin so uneven
dark spots where pimples used to be
a scar over my top lips that you see and can't miss
the bumps extending to my neck and shoulders lightly
the light that reveals all imperfections
tears that bubble from my eyes
wearing hair thats not even mine
am I not beautiful
I try to hide but can't
makeup highlights everything I dont want you to see
don't look at me
an image to look at everyday
the mirror set in the sameplace and way
who do I want to be today
when I try to cover all, even my eyeballs with plastic to see
I guess it makes me feel somewhat pretty
but in another way its just a disguise
I know whats underneath
and I despise to look into that mirror
and watch the relfection
take on my every move
this is what I have to be
mascara I put on
foundation to cover spots
and eyeshadow to be unique
I dont feel happy
the real me just shines through
the makeup runs down my face with the tears
they erase the fakeness of beauty I wanted to portray
don"t look at me like this
Im not beautiful
Im not clear and skin smooth
is that why I can't stand to move
I always end up right in front
watching my reflection
with the ugliness I have and the beauty I don't
don't look at me
Im just not read to be seen
when I see myself and love it
then maybe just maybe
I'll be beautiful like you want me to