Fake eyelashes sweep downward to the sidewalk
The mask she caked on this September morning looks saddened
Rejected like she’s a common prostitute
All she wants is to be loved and respected
She goes about it the wrong way, smothering her true self
In gaudy jewelry, ill-fitting clothes, ostentatiousness

Fake eyelashes sweep downward to the sidewalk
The September air whispers of change and acceptance
She thinks maybe she could remove her security blanket
The make-up so carefully applied all over her face
The creamy skin can finally be seen again
The bright blue eyes betraying insecurity

Fake eyelashes sweep downward to the sidewalk
The only person she wants to be accepted by is herself