In the morning, I don't have time to go slow

Because I have to be at the church

At 5:50 am

To make God happy.

This is my first layer of makeup.

 

At seminary, the teacher asks me to give a spiritual thought.

I sing the song of that scripture that I memorized in 9th grade

Because it was catchy:

1 Corinthians 10:13.

I say I know it's true that God won't give us anything that we can't handle

And I sit down and everyone says amen.

 

This is my second layer of makeup.

 

My first period has this girl with blonde hair

Who is so pretty that she could be a cheerleader,

But she likes to talk about WWE.

So, we laugh and talk and she is my friend.

 

This is my third layer of makeup.

 

In my fourth period I sit next to another pretty girl

Who sits next to a pretty boy

And I don't listen to them when they talk to each other all period because that is rude.

 

This is my fourth layer of makeup.

 

During lunch, I am with a girl who has very short, very red hair.

She is very nice and she is my friend.

She talks to everyone and I think she makes me more social.

I watch everyone eat because I always forget to make a lunch.

 

This is my fifth layer of makeup.

 

At home, I ask Mom how was your day and she says busy, or frustrating, or long, or fine.

She doesn't ask how my day was.

But that is okay,

Because I know she has other things to think about.

 

This is my sixth layer of makeup.

 

When Dad gets home, we eat dinner.

The food is good and I tell everyone I love you

And they all say it back

Because they are my family.

 

This is my seventh layer of makeup.

 

At night, when I lay down to sleep, I scrub off all my makeup.

 

When Dad gets home, we eat dinner

And every bite takes effort.

No one says I love you unless I say it first,

So I say it because I need to hear it,

Even if it's not true.

 

Now, I have six layers of makeup.

 

At home, I ask mom how was your day and she says busy, or frustrating, or long, or fine.

I keep hoping she'll ask how mine was.

But she doesn't,

Because she's thinking about other things.

 

Now, I have five layers of makeup.

 

During lunch, I am with a girl who has very short, very red hair.

I thought we were friends,

But it turns out she acts like that with everyone.

I don't talk to people when she's around; she does the talking.

I watch everyone eat because sometimes I feel like I don't deserve food.

 

Now, I have four layers of makeup.

 

In my fourth period I sit next to a pretty girl