nothing seems real anymore
everything's so clear
the world seem's like it's in need
of a reality check, my dear
air brushed faces
throughout magazines
perfect people plastered on little girls' walls
imagine their heartbrake when their heroes fall
summer beaches lined with
perfect tan bodies
there's no room here
for any odities
she's paper thin
to be her, young girls strice
bulimics, anorexics
always seem to take a dive
tole model today
scandelous tomorrow
a trend that most teen celebs
are seeming to follow
flaws are unacceptable
buff out every mistake
say and do what they tell you
and everything's okay
we all speak as one
no original thoughts
all acceptable clothes
are designer bought
this perfect world
holds no appeal to me
i think of it as
america's unreality
impossibility
unbelievabiliy
desirability
inflexibility.
(un)reality.
This is meant to be a song that I'm recording soon. The chords are G,D,Em, and C throughout.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
