I'm told many things to do.
Never dress down, be your best you.
Don't dress like that though, they'll make fun of you.
I'm told to be loud, against my desire.
Very loud words are what inspire.
I'm quiet though and that's seen as dire.
Don't talk about those things, they won't bring you fame.
Under all that make up are we really not the same?
All we really do is look for someone to abuse.
Looking underneath though, do we have anything to lose?
I've lost myself while trying to please.
To change yourself for someone's pleas.
You have taken all that's left of me
