I lost the boy of my dreams for barbies.
But, he didn't lose me to Ken.
I guess that's the thing.
Boy's want someone to dress up, and dress down whenever they want.
I won't.
He wanted someone he could control.
Someone to be plastic, and me, I'm nothing close.
They might be perfect - skinny, with bleach blonde hair.
Fake hair, fake smile.
But, I'm not fake.
I'm sorry if that's not what you want.
But, I'm not going to be exactly what you wanted.
I'm sorry.
But, you still have me.
If you want a real person.
I'm still here.
