Plastic

If I have plastic I'll be perfect

Finnaly I wont feel worthless

Makeup wasn't enough

You still had eyes for her

It's all a blur

Tools and needles

Are you sure?

I cannot break nor speak

I am now a doll just an antique

Alone and sad but boiling mad

Plastic had ruined my reputation

I hate my ugly transformation

I can't undo I can't go back

So stop teasing me cut me some slack

I thought it was good but now look at me

Now I can't breath, talk or barley see

I was a fool to think that plastic could fix me..