You started when you were 13,

Only a little mascara you said

And by the time you were 15, that little girl was dead

She turned into a beauty queen

Admired by all

And those she was the center of attention

She never felt she was worth it all

Soon mascara turned into getting your lashes done

And putting make-up on was no longer fun

You practice your smile

Before you left each day,

because little by little

You facade was breaking away

You’re friends weren’t real,

felt no love for your partner

But the connection were ideal

Helped you climb to the top of the social ladder

You pretend you’re happy,

How could you not be?

You’ve got a everything you want,

But do you really?

You go to bed each night

On a tear-stained pillow

And wake up each day,

unable to catch your breath

You say it’s fine,

It’s all in my mind

But it’s not truly in your head,

It’s an attack, one of panic

And suddenly you wonder

Why do you do it all?

Wake at 4:30, to make sure that you’ve cover it all?

The pimples and dark circles

The bruises on your knuckles?

You punch the back each night

As you body shakes with tears

Who will live my true self, you wonder?

And then you make a decision, right then and there

That you don’t have anything to fear

Anything to cover

You put down the blush and look in the mirror,

And for the first time in forever,

You finally see her.

The little girl you lost when you were 13,

Is now living inside your mind,

On the day that you turn 18