A perfect plastic body with a fake orange tan
Bulimia set in before the meal began
We can't quite remember, but you surely can,
The days when you were happy, Dianne.
You used to be nice, and be good at school,
But now it's just sad, you're everyone's fool,
And your soulmate is John, but you're just his tool,
Your charade is crumbling, you're running out of fuel...
But no, these orange palms are your only mistake,
You even dyed your hair blond but it doesn't look fake,
Now the one last thing before your heart starts to break
I hope that one day you will fully awake
To see that your life is no better than
One without perfect looks or a fake rub-on tan,
You've begun running out of excuses, Dianne,
It's time to conclude what truly never began.
Author notes
Just a little social/high school commentary. I do not know anyone named Dianne who fits this description, so...yeah.
A contest entry
- To find ugly meanings in beautiful things is to be corrupt without being charming -Oscar Wilde by Aesthete.
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Comments
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Well written, good luck in the contest.
whisper
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I agree with your author notes ~ I do think there are plenty of people who will relate to this write! Good JOB!
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