Stay True

Dirty blonde hair
with soft, pretty curls.
Expensive clothing
and flawless pearls.

Designer makeup
on a sun kissed face.
Her body is screaming out
'Im way past first base.'

Yet I dont seem to care
about how I compare to her.
My mom drives me around
and she has a chauffeur.

Day by day, she brags
about her double zero jeans.
Does she ever think about
the girls that squeeze into size fourteens?

She goes through
20 guys in one week.
Only caring about
their appearance, their looks, their physique.

Do we really need
girls that have no brain?
Im not trying to be stuck up.
Im not trying to complain.

All Im saying
is that we need to stay true.
If we become fake
we will all fall through..