We are the grey, the undefined, the perfect.

You see our exteriors

Painted on with brushes, covering every blemish

Sparkling our eyes with powder

To make them,

Pop.



Our smiles plastered, beaming eye to eye,

If you will look closely, dear, you will see

They don’t quite reach

For we are splenda fake,

Sweet and sugary with a

Zero calorie count.



We are the many, the every, the perfect.

We are breaking down slowly

Inside,

You do not see our cracks,

Caving in.

You do not see our imperfections,

Our secrets,

Our hidden desires.



We are the perfect girls

Hidden away.

Told we are not good enough,

Our exteriors need to be,

Polished

Our interiors need to be

Hidden.



So we do.

We hide,

But we are broken down

Inside,

And so we put on our masks

Paintbrushes covering up the cracks,



Until, we are

Perfect.