I pry my eyes open and rise from bed,
I look in the mirror: It's the same sight I dread,
I can see no beauty; I'd rather be dead,
But instead of death, I'll skip breakfast instead,
I get dressed and put on my face,
I look for the beauty but there is no trace,
Maybe with makeup, I'll display that certain grace,
This pain that I feel inside, I wish I could erase,
Why doesn't the media just go away?
Allow me to love myself today,
I hate myself and it's myself who I betray,
What is the real message the media conveys?
It's me who cries, the teenage girl,
Because my hair doesn't have that pretty curl,
All of my emotions continue to unfurl,
Sick media messages make me want to hurl.
To The Little GIrl Causing So Much Trouble!
Dear little girl in the mirror,
it's me, the media, can you hear?
With my help, your head will see much clearer,
It's really those extra pounds you need to sheer,
With this lipstick, your lips will be beautifully red,
Don't you remember my brand, what the commercial said?
My T.V. jingle just won't leave your head,
I know your life is on it's last thread,
But I just can't get enough of you,
Little girl, please don't feel blue,
If you're gone, what will I do?
Here, why don't you buy some of this goo?
With this cover-up, you'll be blemish free,
When you go out on a date with that special boy, he won't see,
The ugly you, and together you'll finally be,
The truth is, I need your money, so your best friend will be me.
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