Tie strings to my back,
Arms,
And Legs
Tell me what to do, and where to go next
Shove a magazine picture in my face
Tell me that this is what I should look like,
This is what I should be like,
...right here on this page
Tell me that the anorexic, blonde chick is the definition of beauty
Tell me that I'm ugly,
Tell me that I'm wrong,
Tell me lies.

Try to change my hair,
My clothes,
My personality
I refuse; I don't let you
Tell me that flaws are not reality
I want to stay different
Call me a b****,
A s***,
And an undeserving liar.
Tell me that I need to burn in hell
And live in fire.

Harrass me,
Call me names,
Because I am not the same
I get overwhelmed.
I can no longer live this way,
Tighten the belt around my neck,
Cover my head with a paper bag,
Listen to my heavy breathing,
Look down at my moving chest.
Let five minutes pass
Until my chest no longer moves,
Until my breathing is no longer heavy
...it is silent

Look at me through different eyes
Tell me that I'm perfect
Tell me that my flaws no longer exist
Tell me that the girl in the magazine is fake
Tell me that photo editing changed her, as a matter of fact
Tell me that she is really fat,
Tell me that her hair is actually brown
Tell me I am beautiful,
Tell me I'm perfect,
Tell me I don't need to change
Tell me that I am no longer,
Society's Puppet-Slave.

Tell me the truth...