I don't have anything to wear

I am supposed to be getting ready to go to work.
I have nothing to wear!
Nothing!
Have been thinking for the last half an hour.
This never happens to me.
I just put something on and leave.
My face is cracking up.
And yes, its all because of this little boy.
Or is he a little boy?
And am I just a toy?
Or is it?
Nah, its me.
Its me.
Its always me.