According to someone like you,

My eyes are brown like fresh soil,

And my hair is wavy, falling on my shoulders like a cape of chocolate that fades into Barbie blonde at the ends.

I have lips the color of cotton candy dum-dums, long legs and a smile/smirk hybrid that's actually quite hard to read if you don't know me.

According to me,

I have bags under my eyes that no makeup can cover,

And I hate the way my hair looks in an updo so I wear it down all the time.

I'm probably deep in thought but I have RBF syndrome so I'm sure I come off as angry to everyone else.

I never leave the house without societal expectations caked on because I feel secure behind a mask, and let me assure you that my eyeliner is as sharp as my tongue.

And according to the rest of the world, I'm just someone they'll forget.