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They didn't listen when I said I was tired I said that being different was hard Because my jeans don't fit right My actual genes weren't right And so I came out in comparison to everything Already didn't have a father to teach me The skies will cry if he ever tries to reach me Not knowing who to trust was something girls my age don't worry about They're far too happy living oblivious And I question myself off of this- How do they possibly not know That they are all the same person? Same gloss on smooth Pink lips Smiling a shark smile that they do like kindness And they name the rainbow by shades of eyeshadow- as if there wasn't enough color Girls like that are happy with the same person for a week And yet I cannot be happy with myself for a day Then they switch partners because "Don't worry he's sooo cute!" I wonder if they are happier naive And how hard it will be for them when they realize how the skies are actually smokey black And they've been looking up through perfect eyelashes- but beauty doesn't last It must be nice always being average With a cover girl to cover you sitting next to you And manicured nails to scratch your way through life
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
Do Barbie Girls Cry?
They didn't listen when I said I was tired I said that being different was hard Because my jeans don't fit right My actual genes weren't right And so I came out in comparison to everything Already didn't have a father to teach me The skies will cry if he ever tries to reach me Not knowing who to trust was something girls my age don't worry about They're far too happy living oblivious And I question myself off of this- How do they possibly not know That they are all the same person? Same gloss on smooth Pink lips Smiling a shark smile that they do like kindness And they name the rainbow by shades of eyeshadow- as if there wasn't enough color Girls like that are happy with the same person for a week And yet I cannot be happy with myself for a day Then they switch partners because "Don't worry he's sooo cute!" I wonder if they are happier naive And how hard it will be for them when they realize how the skies are actually smokey black And they've been looking up through perfect eyelashes- but beauty doesn't last It must be nice always being average With a cover girl to cover you sitting next to you And manicured nails to scratch your way through life
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
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