artificialA Poem by Iris Eve Baynard.
i could guess how long it takes for you to get all purdied up in the morning but if i did i would be dead by then.
your bones are as delicate as the thinnest sheet of glass.
your skin, as light as air.
the make-up is caked on to where your barely recognizable.
but this has become your new image, so we have no clue what you looked like before.
your lashes are as fake as fake can get.
and your nails are unmistakable.
you strive for bold, and risky.
but the results are ever so off.
what you have presented to us here is a word.
that word is artificial.
lacking naturalness or spontaneity;
i would like to see how long you could go without make-up and fancy cosmetics.
you are a barbie doll brought to life.
perfectness is far out of your reach.
no one knows the REAL you.
your personality isnt quite straight.
we begin to wonder whether you have one or not.
blank, emotionless, stare.
for the fear of judgement takes over.
if you dont want to be judged then dont go walking around like a circus clown.
© 2012 Iris Eve Baynard.
Added on March 25, 2012
Last Updated on March 25, 2012
Iris Eve Baynard.
Attempting Happiness, CA
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