Poetry

Securities

Wake up, roll out bed-

I'm gonna be ready for today

Throw on a top, maybe a skirt

The sun is pretty bright anyway

Now I comb my hair til it shines...

Brighter than the stars at night,

And put on a pound of my face,

After an hour it'll wash away,

But I don't care,

No I don't care,

It's my security

It is to my belief that I'm not perfect

And while I know I never will be,

It's nice to dream and get creative every once in awhile

And when my wings are uneven and my lipstick is all wrong, it makes me smile,

Looking into my mirror, not even trying, and seeing a child, playing dress up once again,

It's fun to pretend,

When you know you can't go back,

To what you were.