How are you supposed to find yourself,
behind that painted on face?
How are you supposed to see yourself,
when you're hidden behind a fake smile?
You're all so plastic,
you're all so fake.
You've lost yourselves in a sea of similarity.
Don't you realize they can see right through you?
The ones you try to impress.
They don't really care.
So why do you fake it?
And why do you pretend?
The truth is we really don't care,
about the people we see on TV.
Sure they're fun to look at,
but their lives aren't our reality.
All that make-up can't hide,
What you really feel inside.
You're say you seek independence,
yet you're just sitting on the fence.
Why can't you just be yourself,
Instead of taking a personality off the shelf?
This is a poem I wrote a while back. I have two versions of it, but can't find the second version at the time. The second version I really only wrote for English class, i had to shorten it up to fit the criteria. I might post that one some other time, when I find my notebook which i think my mother confiscated. Anywho...this poem is basically about all the girls in my school. what i think of them, and what I think they should realize.