I m just happy. I m really just happy

You can't see a lot of makeup on me.
I don't use this combat colouring,
But in different photos, what you see
Is just for modeling, working.
You'll not see me in a dirty club,
In noisy company of drunken girls.
And you’ll not see me in a bad pub,
In which I need to have a mini skirt and curls.
You'll not see a fake tan on me,
Like on all these strange doll girls every day,
They all look the same - this isn't a luxury.
They're pacifiers. That's all I can say.
They're so similar: very huge lips,
Fashionable clothes, expensive iPhone,
Love of money and handling grips,
Because they're afraid to be alone.
I'm ugly to them, they laugh at me.
Maybe they don't like my red hair or shoes,
Or my strong desire to remain free.
And they all act like stamped goods.
I was worried about this for a long time,
I was sad that I don't look like them,
But I have to love myself - this is fine.
Loving yourself real - this is not a problem.
I like to read in my home alone, of course,
I want to be sincere, alive, snappy.
I don't have any more to do with these girls.
But I'm happy. I'm really just happy.