See me
I'm afraid of the plain
So much like you
On a cinema frame
Your magazine cover
Your fabricated idol
Grind my bones
Make me so beautiful
The plastic skin
Upon my face
Is myself mocking
Your natural grace
Be me man
Or be I lass
Pap my skin
And powder my ass
I'm on your TV
In your awful movies
Such a fake
Such a liar
Such a convincing actor
In your music
In your prose
Such a cute, little disaster
I can't stand myself
I can't live with myself
I hate myself
I HATE MYSELF
A thin little body
Earned or of liposuction
Is so unimportant
After post-production
Author notes
Ah... this poem is frustrating me so much.
I don't think it is done, but... well, its getting somewhere...
Sacrifice your Critiques unto me:
Comments
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its definitely getting some where
love the flow..and enjoyed the ending part the most 
Cindy
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