You're Fake

You hear it her laughter, yet its not laughter.
The laugh is a squeal of joy that is not really there.
You see it on her face, the five pounds of make up.
The disgust shows easily from the girls that hate you.

Do you realize that you carelessly
throw every feeling over your shoulder.
Does it matter that people fall at your feet
yet you just stomp on their faces.

Why can’t you be normal.
I can see right through the layers on your face.
The show you put on is just like barbie.
If you act like barbie, you must be a toy.
A toy, that a boy can play with.

What is it that you want.
To fit in?
How can you fit in when you wear things that are not you?
Stop fixing your outsides.
Fix whats on the inside.