Birthday Suit

With skin that won’t fit right
Even after I’ve grown

Different styles and
All the ways it’s been shown

Unflattering feeling
And an itch to the touch

Ashamed of it’s scarring
When revealling too much

So I lied about/ The brand on the tag

Claiming I left the/ Reciept in the bag

But none of that changes/ Where it was made

Nor the cost demanded/ That should be paid

So this uniform/ And I shall be one

Until the day it’s/ Decided I’m done