Skeletons

fashion

You compliment me
And tell me that I look pretty
While I say that this is fashion

The makeup I put on
To hide my scars
Is just another form of plastic
Plastic surgery
Deserting me from the things
That should be concerning me

Like how I impulsively buy things
Or maybe I don't do it out of impulse
Maybe I do it out of feeling hurt
Feeling bad every time I see
Another pretty girl
Doing the same thing

All on my timeline
In all high fashion
So I buy these stupid things
When we all know
Its a distraction
From being me

But you don't see it as bad
A couple of clothes and
Money down the drain
Doesn't change anything

So you say you like this shirt
And my pants
Any time I walk on by
Y'all give me a second glance
And I like that
I crave that

Do anything
By any means
Just so I can achieve that

So I'll update my fashion
Get rid of my old wardrobe
Start to go to the gym
And wear a waist trainer
Until I feel my bones

Cover up all of the scars
Marks on my face
Do anything to duplicate
What a pretty girl looks like every day

Isn't this high fashion?
What if I drink acid
Some sort of drink
That gets to me and
Makes me lose stomach fat

Buy a pair of jeans
This isn't me!
I only wear tights
Cause I like it tight
If that'll make you
Accept me

Now high fashion is my passion!
What? Can't you see?
Everything i'm doing to myself
Is strictly
Just for me

Even though when I see
All the girls on the magazines
It feels like a tragedy
Constantly trying to
Get myself to look like that skinny girl
And I'll do that
By any means!

And I know that this diet
Is working because you compliment me
And I tell you that this is fashion
I never let you know

That getting a compliment
Is another form of fabric
Yes it warms me up

Oh I like that stuff
Till your cold remarks get to me
Feels like an iron
And I'm lured to the touch!

When will this ever stop?
Will it not?
I'm constantly looking
For diet drinks
To get rid of the fat
That has trapped me underneath

I can't breathe
Suffocating myself with these scarfs
And nails
New hair
Dont care

If it's not me
Hopefully I can learn
To love me

But if I cant
I'll learn to love
This new me so
I don't care if
When you see my ribs
You can see my bones

I dont care how
My feet bleeds from blisters
Cus theyre oh so sore

I dont care that my hair
Has been tattered up and damaged
Like a barbie doll
Hair hard to manage

Dont care
About allergic reactions
Botox,
Serums,
Implants

Am I still average?

Please tell me I'm pretty

Those old jeans I bought?
Now they've started fitting

I wish I was attractive

Never mind that
Let me rewind that
Get my mind back on track

You compliment me
And tell me that I look pretty
While I say thank you
This is fashion

Hopefully I'll get in love with my scars
Dont need any form of plastic
So it can desert me
From the things that should be concerning me

No need to impulsively buy things
Dont need no surgery
To change my looks
I'll try to love myself
Try to feel real good

Cause at the end of the day

I want to be able to to say
I love me