Life Through My Eyes

Does love or hate express the way I feel?
Does the pain show through,
Should I hide a little more?

My clothes never match.
My hair won't stay in place.
My make-up likes to smear.
And my heart likes to linger.
I don't get along with my family;
And I can't seem to understand why.
My friend's should be soap opera stars.
And my boyfriend should be on the tool academy.

I wear rainbow every day,
Maybe because I'm half gay?
Should I not be proud?
I don't see why.
I'm a girl,
I hold hands with them, too.
I love it.

My hair likes to curl.
I straighten it all I can,
And burn myself in the making.
But it doesn't stay in place like the model's hair.
It likes to get greasy,
And fly everywhere.

My make-up likes to smear,
Because of some stupid tears.
Sometimes it won't stay on.
I wish I was like the other girls
Who always seem so perfect.

My heart likes to linger.
I never can stick with anyone.
Maybe I'm just Philophobic.
Maybe I'm afraid that they'll see,
They can do better than me.

I don't get along with my family,
I don't get why.
Maybe it's because I can't be the same person as my brother,
Maybe I'm just weird.
I'm a mental case,
My mom even told me it.
Maybe that's why.

My friends should be soap opera stars,
With all the drama they like to start.
They make me smile and laugh,
But when the drama strikes,
It's like run for cover time.
Got to get away before they come get me.

Did I mention?
My boyfriend should be on the tool academy.

And through all of this,
Everything that goes wrong.
I'm still going to smile,
All along.
I'm not ugly,
Even if my make-up and hair won't stay.
I must be funny,
I've got a boyfriend and best friends, anyways.
My family might not like me.
But they should at least love me.
So I shouldn't be complaining.