Pick, tweeze, pull, pluck:
Glance in the mirror for my next tuck.
Here's a confession: it's a horrible obsession.
My beauty is no longer in my possession.
I'm manufactured; a walking billboard of cosmetics.
I'm but skin covered metal and prosthetics.
Try as I may, reality will never meet my ideal distortions.
I no longer know my natural proportions.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Pick, tweeze, pull, pluck:
Glance in the mirror for my next tuck.
Here's a confession: it's a horrible obsession.
My beauty is no longer in my possession.
I'm manufactured; a walking billboard of cosmetics.
I'm but skin covered metal and prosthetics.
Try as I may, reality will never meet my ideal distortions.
I no longer know my natural proportions.
