It's Me

It's me

The day begins and I wake up,
I look at myself and hope for good luck.
I cover myself with a layer of make-up,
Hiding who I am from the papers.
I curl my frizzy hair,
Until its done with such care.
To hide myself from what beauty forgot,
And let's just say that's quite a lot.
Even though I don't look me,
Nothing has changed honestly.
You shouldn't care whether i'm popular or a geek,
If you do then your the freak.
You don't like people for who they are,
You like them because of there new shiny car.