Master pretender

Broken girl

People say she's a beauty

She hears it all the time.

But when she thinks about herself,

She just can't tell why.

She looks into the mirror

Wishing for perfection

She does her make up and straightens her hair,

Then frowns at her own reflection.

She throws the mirror down.

It shatters on the floor.

She runs to her bed crying;

She can't take it anymore,

She wants a better smile,

And different colour hair.

She hates her body, nose and feet.

And wishes she was cool.

You think she's very happy,

But that's really a lie.

Her insecurities and pains,

Are hidden in disguise.

She goes back to the bathroom,

Quietly shuts the door.

She picks up a piece of glass

She starts to think: she thinks a lot,

Then she thinks about her past.

She remembers when she was little,

When nobody was mean.

It didn't matter how you looked or dressed -

It's so tough to be a teen.

She glued together the pieces

Still sitting on the cold bathroom tiles.

She looks at herself and sees:

She's a broken girl in a broken world forced to fake a smile.