So many of you trying to keep the secret.
The X-ray vision of life sees through your red dress,
Your eyes lashes our fake and your hair line is a mess of bald patches in distress.
Why do you keep pretending like you got it all together?
You are held in bondage by panty girdles and quick dry glue.
You are so covered up that you lost the meaning of beauty being skin deep.
Yes you are in too deep!
That make-up does not enhance your current situation.
Skin busted, insides feeling disgusted,
Painting on happiness, and praying for seeds of self-destruction to be uprooted.
Promoting false securities with gel tips nails and rhinestones.
None of it is really your own.
Undress! Stand naked and proud!
Displaying truth, highlighted in pink see-through lip gloss
So they all may be lost in the words that you speak.
Shine the light on your inner beauty, so that it may be your halo,
Wear it proud in the middle of the day,
Nakedness glaring like young tits protuding out of a sheer t-shirt.
Close the closet of make believe, and dressed up dreams.
Display your beauty as if you are on reality TV!
In color, out loud, unashamed of the flaws in your life.
Inserting piercings in your scars and tattoo your mistakes.
Let the secrets bare your soul that we might know you.
Yes, Yes, dear bare your truth!