Insecure

I admit I am insecure
I am worried about my clothes
And if I look the right way
Like all the other girls

I straighten my hair
Put on makeup
All to be
Just like someone else

But then I say, I am not like them
Even though trying not to be that way
Makes me more like them
Than I was before

We are all like clones.
We do not have plaid uniforms
But uniforms of Hollister and Abercrombie
And we have our own dress code