all these layers of make up
beige and greens and purples
mascara in clumps dumped upon mine eye
eyeliner thick around small green/brown eyes
lip gloss, liberally applied
lip stick, bright and dark on to small, to full lips
many many layers of nail polish
reds and blues, greens and blacks
all upon one another
until at last they mix and muddy together
so many outfits to go over
shorts or pants or skirts?
not these or those
ooh these! but oh no
a hole, a rip, a tear
and shirt, to baggy, to tight, to reveling, not enough
but these pants and shirt don't go together
find a new bottom to wear
so long it takes
and my hair?
style and mousse iron and spray
i look in the mirror and cant recognize myself
words ringing in my ears
you didn't do your hair
what did you do!?
i hate that shirt
i love your shirt
those pants are ugly
you look so stupid
OH? your all dressed up

god when will it all end?
what is the use of this or this?
i look in the mirror and see some stranger
trying to hard
to little
not enough
or just to much
when, when will it all end
who am i trying to fool
who am i trying to please?
im not some doll
to dress up or make up
to hang up and f*** up
just let me be so i can go on and make believe im not alone
and scrub this off before it stays
its not who i am
but its who i want to be
but before i leave
tell me one thing
do you still believe im ugly?