Stop Messing With Me

Every morning
i wake to the mirror
after a shower
rub to make it clearer

see this face
used to be bright
now faded with lines
a scary sight

u made this happen
got me confused
treated me like dirt
made me feel abused

i tried to look pretty
so u would care
made my make up real nice
and up did my hair

u passed without glance
not even a look
i cried in despair
knowing it could never work

stop messing with me
just make up your mind
stop being mean
or stop being kind

u act like u care
then go without look
ur randomly moody
ur an open closed book