What is there that is left of me?
Everything i have yet to see.
I look in the mirror at the one who looks back.
And cant help but think I'm hiding everything i lack.
I see my hair falling neatly down.
My make-up perfectly done, concealing a frown.
My body model-like shaped to fit into my clothes.
Everything inside i have been hiding. No one even knows.
I have the perfect life, a dream you might say.
I'm with all the populars, but i have a price to pay.
Even though my boyfriend, is totally hot and sweet,
Everything i have doesn't add up to what i need.
Everyone at school sees me as basically a plastic
They all think if they were me, life would be fantastic.
But let me tell you, this is no joy ride.
No matter how good i look, i cant seem to get by.
My home is a mess, my homework is undone.
My friends don't like me for me, only the things i have won.
Money is short, i cant afford many new clothes.
And all of this nobody knows.
My boyfriend is using me, only to get some a s s.
I've cramped in all my classes, it will be a miracle if i pass.
I'm starting to believe this isn't what i really want to be.
But it seems so awesome. a perfect reality.
You guys may see me as a so called plastic
But i see me in a way that is fanatic.
I can never be perfect, no matter how hard i try.
And neither can you, so just try to get by.
