I Could Never Be Her. [PART 1]

I'm looking in the mirror,
Tears cause my vision to blur.
Looking at the fake girl I created,
But, god, I wish I could be her.

Magazines on diets and make-up,
Diary pages on the floor,
Spreading make-up kits on my bedsheets,
Wanting to be that girl you adore.

Paint on the pretty smile with the lipstick,
Paint my lips that gorgeous shade.
Give these lips, just one more kiss,
That'll get my day made.

Put on the powdered blush,
Give my cheeks that lifting shade,
All those pretty, rosey pinks,
When I'm used to wearing grey.

Trace my fingers over the mirror,
I wish that you could see.
The girl I created.
The girl I wanted to be.

Throwing the mirror down to the the floor,
Watching the pieces in shambles.
Tonight will be the night,
Death and I take this gamble.

As I'm shredding her picture,
My, what a pretty face.
Jealousy is pathetic,
And staring at her picture is just a waste.

And I'm rushing downtown to meet you.
The city light a blur.
In the midst of the crowd, I see you two share a kiss.
And I realize...I could never be her.

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[PART 2 COMING SOON!]
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Copyright (C)
Christina M. Hurley
2006-07-11
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