Why is it that,
a teenage girls
plastic world
of superficiality
can become so
unbearable to the
point of breakdown?
Why is it that,
make-up, clothes,
jewelery, shopping,
cell phones, and boys,
become the center
of the superficial
life she leads?
Why is it that
no matter how
hard she tries
shes never pretty
enough for him
or popular enough
to hangout with her
because she Just
tries to be herself.
But while she waits
for this life she leads
to come alive
and be real
she wonders:
why is it that
me is never enough?
