Starting to drown in her fake personality,
Try to stay afloat, but she snaps back to reality.
Lipgloss, mirrors, designer clothes.
Everyday she has to be on her toes.
Shopping, smoothies, guys galore.
Learning to fit in, yet still wanting more.
One little slip, and your starting to fall,
acting less like a human, and more like a doll.
Wanting the attention, and all of the wealth.
But to achieve this, she couldn't be herself.
As she starts to drown in her fake personality,
she wonders if she wants this that badly.
Lipgloss, mirrors, and designer clothes,
she looks for a way to end this all.
great write. you can't fake it with poetry for it is the soul of the person. fakes are fakes, neither poetic, nor allegorical, nor delightul, nor engaging, all of which i get from your poem
Cora Lee, Seeing perfection beneath the surface glitter is the first step to personal freedom. Bravo! Peace, Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GIRLS DON`T LOOK LIKE GIRLS ANY MORE, I BELIEVE, AND WOMEN RIGHTS R WAY BETTER THAN MENS` ANY WAY, I LOVED YOUR POEM IT HAS MANY SHINY LINES