Straight hair, makeup, jewelry.
Nice clothes, contacts in.
Smiles, laughs.
Thats the only me you know.
The girl you see at school everyday.
Thats who you think I am
Thats the fake me.
Messy hair, glasses.
Sweats, tshirts, sweaters.
Tears, screams, cries.
Thats who I really am
Would you recognize me if you saw me at home?
Would you recognize that this is the real me?
The broken girl.
The girl whose lost.
Would you accept it?