Lined with blood red then fading into pink
Soft curved lashes, thick with black
Rosey shadows follow the bone
Gloss that blinds in the light
Sparkles, and glitter
Tell me who I am because you know I don’t know
Long silky strands
Skin smooth as glass
A body curved like a pear
Eyes dark as the night
Show me what I am because I cant see
Thin and stickly, pale and even
Unhealthy and praised, for what I am not
They applaud me for this plastic beauty
Apon a stage I can not hold
A life that is not mine, and yet I wish it to be
For all that it brings, I would take it back
To be real, and not plastic