I was never going to be okay in your eyes
because my eyes are not blue
they're green...
I was never going to be a perfect Vogue model in your eyes
because I'm not anorexic enough for you
I was never going to be smart enough in your eyes
because I'm still learning
I was never going to be quiet enough for you...
because I'm a woman with opinions
I was never going to be a mindless sex-kitten in your eyes
because I'd rather read a book on physics
I was never going to be a hot brunette to you...
because I'm a blonde.
Your charade exists because of this..
the hate you hide
is all inside
the flaws you see
are not in me.
You hung me up
like a mirror on your wall
n' you glance at me
from down the hall...
you see in my eyes
but can't recognize the lies
you've told yourself
this ****** stuff
that made you think
you're not enough...
I am just the mirror.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
I was never going to be okay in your eyes
because my eyes are not blue
they're green...
I was never going to be a perfect Vogue model in your eyes
because I'm not anorexic enough for you
I was never going to be smart enough in your eyes
because I'm still learning
I was never going to be quiet enough for you...
because I'm a woman with opinions
I was never going to be a mindless sex-kitten in your eyes
because I'd rather read a book on physics
I was never going to be a hot brunette to you...
because I'm a blonde.
Your charade exists because of this..
the hate you hide
is all inside
the flaws you see
are not in me.
You hung me up
like a mirror on your wall
n' you glance at me
from down the hall...
you see in my eyes
but can't recognize the lies
you've told yourself
this ****** stuff
that made you think
you're not enough...
I am just the mirror.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
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