A poem about the girl who spends hours in the bathroom.
Why do you think you look so good the way you are,
not at all, your so far into society,
thinking what other people think
wasting all your time in the bathroom
not looking at the natural beauty within you,
you just cant bare going a day without straighting your hair,
trying to look like the other girls at school,
thinking you all look so cool
coming home from school,
going to your room, locking your door
thinking of ways you could get him to stare some more,
your way to young to be this far
i wish you weren't the way you are,
but i can't change you,
so i'll wait and see what life throws at you.