Make me pretty.

Make me into the next plastic face of tomorrows magazine cover.
The blush and eyeliner will hide the vileness underneath.
The camera's will capture my good side and my pillow will absorb  my insecure one,

All the girls will look up to me.
All the boys will look at me from behind.
All the movie directors will look at me with the lights off when the camera's aren't rolling.

When I'm almost at my prime my body wont know it.
The years will show off the wrong side.
The lovers will show me to the other side of the door.

I never thought my beauty had a price.
Now its being sold off as smut for lonely fucks.
Just like I am now on the corner of my favorite liquor store.