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I’ll never be what you want me to be
I can’t fit in the shoes you laid out for me
This wasn’t my plan or my chosen destiny
All I want to be is simple me
You tell me I’m worthless
You tell me I’m terrible
You make me feel like the skin I’m in is not wearable
It makes me cry just thinking of it
And how the color of my skin I just can’t rid
You beat me with your words
You slice me with your knives
You words have so much power it controls my life
And all my hopes and dreams will never come true
Because of these scares you left like tattoos
Their permanently embedded in me
I try to hid so no one see the hurt and pain that was forced upon me
Finally once I open up and tell what’s going on
Media tries to hush me up as though what I’m saying is wrong
They turn away and pretend they don’t see
Them breaking every piece of me
Bit by bit they take some more
Throwing away the personality I once wore
Well you might as well say R.I.P.
Because the girl you see is no longer me.