Unnatural Beauty

Sometimes I wonder who am I
supposed to be. Other times I worry
if I'm losing the true me. In this
surreal world of colors and unnatural
beauty, sometimes I wonder who am
I supposed to be.

Sunshine and icecream, freckles
and iced tea. There are no worries
of who I want to be. With school and
friends and the best pokemon tee,
I never wonder who I am, the answer
is simple, I'm me.

Sometimes I wonder who am I
supposed to be. Other times I worry
if I'm losing the true me. In this
surreal world of colors and unnatural
beauty, sometimes I wonder who am
I supposed to be.

Caked on perfection, a temporary
implication of beauty and modification
that only Cover Girl could claim as their
creation. After a day of frustration, I
can rinse until natural purification shows
my true identification, until then my
beauty comes from applied alteration.

Sometimes I wonder who am I
supposed to be. Other times I worry
if I'm losing the true me. In this
surreal world of colors and unnatural
beauty, sometimes I wonder who am
I supposed to be.

A sharp poke and then I go down.
Without either sense of sight or sound,
sterile scents of alteration and feel of bones
being ground. I'll soon wake up to cries
from all around because only a falsely created
beauty could wear such a crown.

Sometimes I wonder who am I
supposed to be. Other times I worry
if I'm losing the true me. In this
surreal world of colors and unnatural
beauty, sometimes I wonder who am
I supposed to be.