Mannequins

My hands are bleeding My face is dirty My clothes are rags This is my reality Talking to myself in third person She, her, them What's with me? I want to be her too Walking down the street Looking at myself from outside mirror I'm different from those stick thin mannequins I'm broke, but I want to be that mannequin Little black dress Sophisticated pearl necklace And some bright lipsticks I will feel like I'm on top of the world Seasons will pass Those mannequin change more clothes than me I want to be that mannequin Those beautiful mannequin Touched my face I looked back to my reflection Got me realized That I'm back to my reality