Satellites

Don’t ignore the scars on my face and call me beautiful
Ask me how I got them
All you do is ask for pictures
but they can't speak the words in my mind

You’re extracting fragments of me that match your definition of perfection
Then my words start pouring and my truth shines dark,
You sit back and wait for the girl you think has your heart
When the truth is I don’t because you don’t even know half of me

You share quote after quote, ask your friends for advice
But you should know that this girl doesn’t care for your lies
You think by changing yourself you will finally be seen
But I’ve seen through you all along
go ahead, say I’m mean
Your pride is just as fake as the satellites in the skies that pretend to be stars