February 10, 2014
My skin feels like plastic that
Can't be recycled
The shine in my eyes looks
Painted on

My smile is frozen for the
Camera flash
Beauty comes with all pros
And no con


Well maybe there's one, if you
Turn on the news
The binging, the purging, becoming
Black holes

Your kids, they are dying, to look
Just like me
Playing with my hair and
Their souls

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