Who the hell are you?

Tue, 11/25/2014 - 11:26 -- Jenny_1

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Standing in front of the mirror

Flinching at the reflection

How could this be?

 

Thinking about everything

But yet again you’re thinking about nothing

Now you’re just standing there, staring at the wall

Attempting not to bawl your eyes out

But you hear it, the vacancy inside

It cries loud

 

Not at ease with life

Are you pleased with yourself, no right?

The people around give you hell

Real friends have become hard to tell

 

They look past you, not at you

The real you, they neglect

Instead, they attempt to make you perfect

And so it all begins with the small demands

 

WHAT’S THAT ON YOUR SKIN, EVER HEARD OF WAXING?

YOUR SKIN IS SO LIGHT, HAVE YOU CONSIDERED TANNING?

You no longer feel comfortable within your own skin

You have to fit in, but don’t be fake, be yourself.

 

YOU’RE TOO THIN, ARE YOU ANOREXIC?

YOUR WAIST IS SO WIDE… DIET!

Now weight is a problem and you have to solve it

You have to fit in, but don’t be fake, be yourself

 

STOP TRYING SO HARD, BE YOURSELF

NO, NO, NOT LIKE THAT

DON’T ACT THAT WAY

DON’T DRESS THAT WAY

DON’T BE THAT WAY




Yes, you’re sane

About as any teenager can maintain

But who are you really?

You need people’s approval; you’ve become so needy

So this isn’t you



You hide yourself behind this curtain

This is what it takes to be human

You wear so much make up

Just so your self esteem can live up

So this isn’t you



You stand in front of the mirror pointing out your imperfections

You can’t live comfortably inside your own reflection

You’re on your knees, staring into the bowl of disgust in the bathroom

You’re thinking “This isn’t what I want, but I have to”

So this isn’t you



You sit and think about the bed you’ve made for yourself

This is what you call YOUR life, but it really isn’t how

How you want to live or how you want to envision yourself

But the real you is almost hard to tell

Because this isn’t you



Society has come to shape your life

Took its knife and carved what it wanted out of you

What are you becoming? You have no clue

Because this isn’t you



You feel the need to fit in

You imprint a fake life and an even faker grin

And you’ve become another one of them

Even though, in the end, you’re all the same



Because her lungs and your diaphragm are in sync

You see we all have this aspect in which we link

Its called society and its encrypting who we are

Because we just want to fit in, we ignore its scars

So you say to yourself, "You're okay, you're okay"

But no one knows the real you at the end of the day

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