I am a painting,
a masterpeice in fact,
i paint myself to hide all the things i may lack,
at home life isnt perfect so at school i put on an act,
doing this i made alot of friends,
now time to go home i dont wanna go back,
every morning i wake and take out my washable paint,
and make my life look easy tho it aint,
make me look perfect tho im not,
in order to be popular you gotta be hot,
so i paint on some gorgeous blue eyes and make my hair all kewl,
paint on a nice smile and then im off to school,
in class when no one is lookin at my attention needing face,
i think im losing popularity points so i point and crack on a fat kid to make my friends laugh just in case,
my friends were going shopping and invited me along,
i had no money tho so i said i had to babysit and the wait would be too long,
when the bell rings its time to go home,
i dread the very thought,
i know ill be home alone untill at least 8:00,
when i get home i dont bother to knock,
even if they were home they wouldnt answer,
so i put my key in the lock,
i take a shower and all the washable paint drips off,
now showing a face full of pain and sorrow,
only to reaply the washable paint come tomorow