Naked
i stand in front of a mirror
I want to see what they see
I want to know if they are actually telling the truth everytime they call me "pretty"
But I don't see it.
Or maybe whatever it is that those people moves away too fast in the mirror,
Causing me to miss it
Maybe it's the make-up.
The CoverGirl, the MAC.
Yeah that's it, because I'm always hiding behind all of that,
Product. The lipsticks, the liners.
Maybe they don't truly love me,
They are just in lust with the designers.... That I wear.
Maybe its the way I asked beautician how to style my hair.
Maybe, maybe I'm actually "PRETTY.
Tahaa, who am I kidding?
Because these people are only looking at what's on the surface of me.
Now, the designers are in my hamper and the make-up is on my face towel.
All that prettiness is gone now.
I'm naked, and I hate the sight of myself
I bet these people would no long think of me as pretty if I was stripped of my wealth.
I'm not pretty, but my wallet is.
I'm not that stylish, my clothes just happen to be expensive.
My pockets may be deep, but they're not deep enough for me to dive inside and hide all of the ugliness of my bare appearance.
For I am not that pretty.
Someone told me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Well, the only thing I find pretty is that thick bank account of mine.
Not this skinny frame of a girl that world has falsly accused of having beauty.
I wonder what all of those people see when they look at me.
Because I don't see pretty.
I took the materials off just so I can capture a better view.
Searching for new knowledge,
Only to witness something I already knew.
"Oh, you're just so pretty!" They exclaim
I bet if they caught a glimpse of me naked,
They're exclamation would change.
~NAKED , 4/10/12 -Riel Diamond~
I want to see what they see
I want to know if they are actually telling the truth everytime they call me "pretty"
But I don't see it.
Or maybe whatever it is that those people moves away too fast in the mirror,
Causing me to miss it
Maybe it's the make-up.
The CoverGirl, the MAC.
Yeah that's it, because I'm always hiding behind all of that,
Product. The lipsticks, the liners.
Maybe they don't truly love me,
They are just in lust with the designers.... That I wear.
Maybe its the way I asked beautician how to style my hair.
Maybe, maybe I'm actually "PRETTY.
Tahaa, who am I kidding?
Because these people are only looking at what's on the surface of me.
Now, the designers are in my hamper and the make-up is on my face towel.
All that prettiness is gone now.
I'm naked, and I hate the sight of myself
I bet these people would no long think of me as pretty if I was stripped of my wealth.
I'm not pretty, but my wallet is.
I'm not that stylish, my clothes just happen to be expensive.
My pockets may be deep, but they're not deep enough for me to dive inside and hide all of the ugliness of my bare appearance.
For I am not that pretty.
Someone told me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Well, the only thing I find pretty is that thick bank account of mine.
Not this skinny frame of a girl that world has falsly accused of having beauty.
I wonder what all of those people see when they look at me.
Because I don't see pretty.
I took the materials off just so I can capture a better view.
Searching for new knowledge,
Only to witness something I already knew.
"Oh, you're just so pretty!" They exclaim
I bet if they caught a glimpse of me naked,
They're exclamation would change.
~NAKED , 4/10/12 -Riel Diamond~