call me a barbie

The white walls told me stories while I was dreaming

the windows were the ones that told me the season

I’ll write a book to explain what I’m feeling

Have I become what I knew when singing?

My dreams only lived in my brain for weeks

Till I got out and wrote with no critiques

The chaos only made sense when it was cleaned

I’m going to achieve all of my fucking dreams

So call me a barbie if you think

That I’ve become my perfect dream

I don’t have to beg you to see

The plastic lets me be who I want to be

One day you’ll melt into what I felt

No one will ask me if I’ve been well