It's not really about barbie and those of you who know me will know what i'm saying
Judge me by a plastic smile,
Reflection in a broken mirror,
Broken by society's standards,
With nothing to make it clearer,
If she did not exist,
Would i look the same?
In the eyes of others,
In the eyes of what i became?
A fugitive to their judgments,
Fettered by their every unknown thought,
In a tangled web,
Am i unjustly caught,
Pedestal of beauty,
So high above my head,
I want to believe,
But i cannot concieve,
The words, the new truths
That are said.