• The Art of Being Perfect

    Who am I?
    I am the piercing, beautiful eyes of your lover
    The soft skin meant to be touched
    A perfect plastic cover

    I am a cold, cold carbon copy
    Just exactly like
    Raw, artificial beauty of a comforting photograph
    Thriving on the darkness of night

    I am a feeling
    That only seems to be ideal
    Yet a lonely brick in the wall
    Is this the way it’s meant to feel?

    I am ageless beauty
    A synthetic personality
    Get treated just like the material I’m made out of
    I’m not recyclable in reality!

    I am entitled: (prefix)Hollywood
    Flashing lights for a midnight premier
    I am the magazine everyone wonders whether or not to get another subscription
    I am the fear

    The fear of not being good enough
    I am the tears dripping down your face
    I am your jealousy
    I am only human.