You pose too much, my faux ex-friend
With your changing looks and pseudosmiles
And face that transforms with the fads
Like evanescent twilight...
Made of powdered sugar glitter bytes
You're so fake, my one-time friend
I think I barely knew you
I doubt I nearly liked you
Perhaps you were fooling me too
With your shining smile of pearly plastic
You make me sick, you girl of glass
Who's really nothing more than clear rhinestone
You fake diamond, you shine only under a sun you create with lightbulbs
Silicone tears do slowly descend your brittle painted porcelain face
And the thing that disgusts me most...
That drives me to complete insanity...
Is the fact...
I almost believed you.
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