I'M Plastic/Ya By'T Plasticheskiy Poem by Anya AlkayevVolkov

Perfect cheekbones, gorgeous eyes,
Flawless eyebrows, dazzling smile.
Tiny nose and shapely lips,
C-cup breasts and narrow hips.

Dainty arms, poreless skin,
eat so much, yet still I'm thin.
Pills for popping, drinks for knocking
back and not a chance of stopping.

Life flies by like neon signs
dancing to some song that I've never heard.
I'll leave with a man who I've never met.
There'll be nothing to remember,
therefore nothing to forget.

I'm tired, I want to go home
but I can't, duty calls.
I feel like I'm trapped in a snowglobe
watching the same season
and a hundred, tiny, gilt snowflakes
bury me day after day.
I'm lonely, floating through
this empty existence
of clubs, sex, and booze.

I'm cold and exclusive and rude
But on the inside I'm a mess.
I wish I could be nice to you,
But then I'd have to tell you all of this.