Not Always Beautiful
Tell me something
Am I too much for you
Too loud for you
Too little for you
I have realized in just a short 17 years
We are not who we think we are
We are merely images created by magazines and ads and models
When does reality end and fantasy begin
I look in the mirror and I no longer see a happy fresh faced woman
I see an upset and dirty person
I see anger and fire and rage
All I do is try to scream through millions and I am not heard
I preach and I pray and I march
But what good is it when ignorance is so much louder
I cannot see what the future holds
All I see is me
America the Beautiful