The Best Dressed
She wears makeup to cover her face
To take the place
Of her skin and her eyes
Which reflect all her thoughts
Like a mirror
You can read her easily
Like an open book
And with one look
You can see she's just cheating herself
She wears her pants so tight to
Choke the life out of her
So she can't speak a word
Of her true personality
And dyes her hair
To stop her thoughts
From crawling down the strands
Like persistant sunlight
Peeking through shadow and thick droning dust
And she'll lower her head
And watch her feet
She'll take a back seat
And let the world boss her around
She's so scared
That she'll jostle the crowd
She's hiding herself
And suppressing the truth
To fit into a circular hole
But its not her place
When her mind was molded a square
And she'll search for things that aren't there
She was born to be red
In the land of the blue
And quiet not loud
In the worker ants crowd
A queen amongst drones
But the sign still remains
That "real" is just not allowed
-Be you, do what you do-
To take the place
Of her skin and her eyes
Which reflect all her thoughts
Like a mirror
You can read her easily
Like an open book
And with one look
You can see she's just cheating herself
She wears her pants so tight to
Choke the life out of her
So she can't speak a word
Of her true personality
And dyes her hair
To stop her thoughts
From crawling down the strands
Like persistant sunlight
Peeking through shadow and thick droning dust
And she'll lower her head
And watch her feet
She'll take a back seat
And let the world boss her around
She's so scared
That she'll jostle the crowd
She's hiding herself
And suppressing the truth
To fit into a circular hole
But its not her place
When her mind was molded a square
And she'll search for things that aren't there
She was born to be red
In the land of the blue
And quiet not loud
In the worker ants crowd
A queen amongst drones
But the sign still remains
That "real" is just not allowed
-Be you, do what you do-