Fake

An entire generation wants to grow up to be the next Twiggy or the next Tyra Banks, but all I see is faked eating disorders, photoshop, and 13 year olds that worship HotTopic just for the sake of it. Girls nowadays go to bed praying to Paris Hilton at night. It makes me want to vomit for them.

I tell myself they'll all grow out of it, but all I see is roots showing through piece-of-crap dye jobs and extensions that you could point out three miles away. Every bit of the foundation that gives you the bone structure you know you don't have is dumbing you down. Bit by bit the odor of your makeup from Walgreens is catching up with you. And it reeks.

Your fake pearls are going to get cracked by the insecurity your try to cover up with your fake ego. It's hanging off of you and rotting. Your eyes used to speak for you but now you can hardly keep them open because of all the cheap mascara you piled on this morning.