“Beauty and Grace”
Everyone says it’s not a big deal
You are the most beloved, highly praised for being pretty
They say you should be happy, yet I feel iffy
It is a big deal because I am not real
They all say “You are a great big deal,
You are beauty, you are grace.” Is that how I am supposed to feel?
In fact, I don’t think I can feel.
Nothing in my life is really real.
The beauty, the grace and the fame,
I’m in a constant fuzz,
It’s all a part of their game.
The partying, the drinks and the drugs.
It really is lame, this little game.
Tired? Anxious? Ill? Here, take a magic drug.
Yet the drugs make me dizzy, sick and out of control.
I don’t want drugs; I just need a hug.