Who the hell are you?
Location
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