It's fake...

When you watch me put on make-up,
Straighten and curl my dyed hair,
You look at me in such a way,
As if wondering if our love is true.

Did you fall for me for my looks?
Because I say 'I love you'?
Was it because of my 5inch heels?
Or because you genuinely loved me.

I will turn and kiss you on the cheek,
And prance out the door,
For when I walk on to the street,
I cannot be the true me.

But I promise that one day you will see me,
As someone with natural beauty,
Because I won't know if I love you,
Until you see the real me.

So when I come back home,
I whiten my teeth again,
Put more fresh make-up on,
Just to spend the night with you.

Sorry that I do not think I am pretty,
And more sorry you do not understand,
That without this make-up I am dull,
Without fake I am too bland.

I cannot bring myself to throw away beauty,
We will never know each other,
Because you are Ken and I am Barbie,
So natural beauty is not a part of us.