Lights.

The worlds expectations are taking hold of me,
tell me,then, what am I supposed to be.

Mold me into your perfect Barbie, now I need Ken,
but lifes not perfect, which guaruntees that I'll never win.

Just pile on the work, after a while it just stacks up,
and you have to ask yourself sometimes when it'll ever be enough.

Put me under the knife, my body's full of these imperfections,
twist my personality around to fit all the misconceptions.

I'll straighten my hair everyday just to fit the new trend,
put on make-up galore, since the world is all pretend.

Camera.

It'll be fun, we'll make a play out of the story of my life,
and talk about how every mornings routine was a story in it's own of strife.

Put on make up, fix your hair, make every day a show,
hide everything that makes me me, all the pain no one every knows.

primp and pluck away the flaws, make my life so glamourous and fake,
and you have to ask yourself just how much of this you can take.

Action.

Then the curtain closes off the stage, the make-up is now gone,
and you start to wonder where your life suddenly went so wrong.

You go home, turn the light off, and cry throughout the night,
the shows over, no more pretend, it's back to your not so perfect life.

I'm sorry if this is a little confusing. I understand it lol It's mainly about the show that you put on for people. How you get ready, but how the true "action" or true life goes on when all the cameras are turned off. idk I like the concept, i'm just not sure how well I wrote on it! Let me know what you think!