The only role model I know.
Skin and bone without a soul,
You claim you hate fame -
But what else do you know?
Glorified as an angle.
A creature of divine substance.
For clearly the true meaning of life
Is having skin as clear as yours!
As preached to us by the people’s bible.
‘HELLO.’
Jealousy of the perfect hair.
How am I supposed to concentrate in science?
When my hair will never be as great as hers.
For clearly it is more important
To have an unblemished exterior.
Then a head filled with the world,
And the secrets of the stars.
When did you become better than human?
And when did I become a clone?
Why do I care about mascara?
When there’s so many secrets left unknown.
I refuse to let you be
The only role model that I know.
Skin and bone without a soul.
You claim you hate fame -
And I do too.
I want to be me.
Me.
Not you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem