I attempt to convince myself that I dont't care 

It wasn't supposed to be you

The broken barbie dolls of my past remind me 

of who I'm supposed to be

You were all the right things but

not the right person

Pasted lipstick and 

chipped nail polish

convince me that I'm just laying into the pressures of society

Sweet plums still linger on my skin with

cheap thrills and empty hugs

Snow white blush followed by plastic smiles 

hide the thoughts that consume me

I thought you liked me first

But strands of confusion

On who I'm supposed to be remind me that this isn't me

Or at least its not supposed to be

when is it my turn to be loved