The lipsticks on my lips don't change the words that come from them
The mascara on my lashes doesn't keep me from seeing the looks I get
The piercings on my ears don't stop me from hearing what they say
I dye my hair to look less like my past, dark and bold
Cut away the length so I can grow on my own and start short
The resemblance fades by the day as I see me as Myself
A monster that I always lock eyes with in the mirror is dying
Its power from my fear is crumbling with each change I make
Bold harsh slices through every word I position, killing a Me that no longer exists
With all of these transitions you'd think I found who I was
No.
Now I'm even more lost