• You cannot just paint my lips,
    Powder my face,
    Shadow my eyes,
    Or fix my hair.
    I am not here for your entertainment.
    You cannot re-live your life through me.
    I am my own person.
    Not a doll, like Barbie.
    I came into this world with a purpose,
    Not as a plaything.
    Whenever you fight me,
    I fight back.
    Your words cannot break me,
    Even if they hurt.
    Laughter will be my response...
    With silent tears in my eyes.
    But I am not willing to commit the suicide of conforming.
    If I were made to be a puppet,
    Then I would have strings.
    You are out to prove me as the worst.
    And that your problems are caused,
    By me.
    Conformity, Conformity.
    How I hate it.
    It is seen every where,
    And especially is in the reflection of the mirror of society.
    But worst of all, I can see it in the reflection...
    Of your eyes.
    Yet I know I may never reach your standards.
    But sorry,
    I am still your daughter.