'Teenage Wasteland'

Turn away- don't see the pain,
Nothing's real- it's just a game.
Death's commemorated to only the ones with popularity, money, or fame.

Smell like roses && the latest fashions,
Or have the blackest, longest lashes.
Hide your scars, have no free will,
Ignoring pain with cuts && pills,
Wipe the tears and swallow screams.

You say you're original but that's a lie,
There's no such thing as being 'dead inside'.
If he broke your hearts, baby you'd be dead,
&& not just in your 'heart' or head.

So show me who you really are,
Media-influenced drama star,
So turn around and shield your eyes,
Nothing's real- it's just a dead mirage.