Follower

Who am I?

I don’t know,
Who I am.
I know for a fact;
That I am a young girl,
With long, wavy brown hair.

Who am I?

Bright, eager blue eyes,
Light milk colored skin.
Now perfectly straight teeth,
Small little red lips.
All this makes up,
Is something or yet someone.

Who am I?

But can all of these silly things,
Every single one of ‘em,
Make up a person?

I’ve got dreams for the future,
Goals and all sorts of crazy desires.
But these days it’s not on the inside that counts,
It’s what everyone else can see.
Or so the tabloids and media say.

Who am I?

So I put on some more makeup,
Add a little more lip gloss,
To my already puckered up lips.
Paint my eyelids like a whore does,

The dress hangs lightly on my shoulders,
Barely covering me.
But this is what life declares women,
All women should look like.

So I follow the lead,
And become a follower.
Not an individual.