She built it up,
brick by hand aching brick,
She stepped back to look at her creation,
but she had made it too perfect,
a copy of herself,
and her expectations.
She stepped back not know who the giant brick person was,
her nose was too small,
the mouth was too tiny,
her eyes were too perfect,
her body was too thin,
and she never smiled.
In a brick world where she got all attention,
all eyes,
that stared at her for lustful desires of their own,
and she wanted to be alone,
ugly,
not wanted,
just like the human figure,
the original prototype of her wellbeing,
stood in front of her,
regretting what she had built.