My shirt has to be stylish
My jeans have to be tight
I can't leave the house
Unless my makeup looks just right

My hair must be sleek
My shoes have to shine
But when I look into the mirror
I see I've become my own Frankenstein

My shirts used to be stained
My jeans used to be too big
My mom would always complain
That I left the house looking like a pig

My hair was always the same
My shoes dirty and untied
My face in the mirror showed
That beauty was what I was denied

Now I have lots of friends
Teachers adore what I say
I can't walk down the hall
Without getting a "hello" or a "hey"

Friends are jealous of my boyfriend
Because they all know he's fine
Except when I look into his eyes
I know I'm my own Frankenstein

I used to have a few friends
And teachers would stare me down
I would walk alone down the hall
Hiding a sad and pitiful frown

No one was jealous
I had nothing that they'd need
Because everyone knew
The small people followed their lead

One day I will find
That beauty is to be kind
And the one thing that I need
Is for my soul to be freed
And everything that's not mine
Has made me into this Frankenstein