Change me
I'm your toy
Mold me
Into what you want
Fix my hair, fix my skin
to you
One blemish
is the worst of sins
Dry skin
A cream to fix that
Bad hair
We'll just colour that
Hair on my body
Wax on, wax off
White skin
Fixed with a tan
Distorted nails
Paint them to cover
The pain felt inside
When my eyes are covered by glasses
And my teeth are fixed with braces
And my hair is straightened to hide the curl
Am I even the same girl
The one that you had and said that you'd love
The one that you thanked god up above
For
Until you realised
That she wasn't perfect
And tried to change her to suit your views
She's a mannequin
And she doesn't matter
All that matters is that she's not perfect
And it's your job to fix her.
"is that what you're wearing?"
"aren't you going to do something with that hair"
"do you even have any brains?"
Well that's an interesting question
Do I?
Not in your eyes
Do I have anything worth admiring?
Obviously not
Because what I've got you try to change
To fit this scribbled image
That you paint with a frayed brush
Yet your paint is all dry
And your nails are chipped
Because you try and try
Yet you DON'T succeed
Because no matter what she's just a seed
And what seeds do is grow and grow
And I hope one day that
You'll reap what you sow.
;!6
