Looking at pictures of the way girls should be
Then I get lost In the self image of me
Seeing their beauty brings tears to my eyes
The pain that make-up can't seem to disguise.
"Beauty is only skin deep" I hear myself say
But skin is what they look at every day
Their skinny waists and clothes so tight
Makes a girl like me not feel so right.
What is it that they want? What do they see?
Why am I so caught in what I'm supposed to be?
They say I'm beautiful, but I don't have the look
Must be a stupid lie like the cover on a book.
Wasted time spent trying to straighten and style my hair
Make-Up shed when tears fall at night wishing he'd care.
Who am I to be kidding? Who am I to blame?
I bow my head and walk in sinful shame.
Scars on my wrist bring back memories of the past
I wonder how long this ugliness will last.
Am I not good enough? What can I do?
Maybe I just want to be recognized by you?
"Lost In The Self Image"
Rachael D. Frye
Feb.05.2007 [Monday 5:50pm]