I see all these girls,

I see how they walk,

I listen them talk

I seem like I stalk

But it's nothing like that.

What does take

To be just like them?

To get all the boys

And not worry at all.

They spend their life wasted

Lying on the floor

Of a house that's not theirs.

They go to school,

They don't move a finger.

Grades don't matter,

But makeup does.

Boys are just toys

And girls are employes.

They act like they're queens

With confidence they walk.

Yet when I try to be like them,

All I do is fall.

They wear these high heels,

They have these big boobs.

Then I look in the mirror

And I see my flat chest.

I look in my closet

I only have flats.

They use all this makeup

I don't even use lipgloss.

They kiss all these boys

While my first kiss awaits.

What does it take

To be just like them?

To go through life careless,

With freedom and peace?