(If you would like to read it as it was intended to be read, I have attached a PDF to the thread)
Nobody needs you, sweetie. Be somebody else.
I
Plastic breasts and nose prosthetic –
My aesthetic is synthetic.
Name your price, cut and slice,
Make them love my every vice.
My flesh feels like concrete –
The plastic rots my hands and feet.
Powder and paint deface my face,
Yet heart and soul remain unchanged.
O perfect picture, in my mind,
With strawberry flesh and apple eyes –
And hair sub-lime like orchard vine,
O, how I wish your looks were mine!
Alluring lips that all would kiss,
and cherry cheeks no boy would miss.
A visage of eternal Bliss,
Like perfect looks you don’t exist.
With strawberry flesh and apple eyes –
And hair sub-lime like orchard vine,
O, how I wish your looks were mine!
Alluring lips that all would kiss,
and cherry cheeks no boy would miss.
A visage of eternal Bliss,
Like perfect looks you don’t exist.
II
Drill the jewels through my lips,
Distract them! from my narrow hips
And paint away my every pain.
So much I pay, for new display.
Vanity is my sin,
The fur and fabric choke my skin.
I sag with age you’ll never see,
My reflection repulses me.
O perfect picture held so dear,
The Aphrodite boys revere –
You’re nothing less than Beauty queen,
With naked skin gift-wrapped in green.
You need not paint your perfect feet,
Your lips unaltered still so sweet.
Like perfect looks you’re make-belief,
Yet still your gaze brings only grief.
The Aphrodite boys revere –
You’re nothing less than Beauty queen,
With naked skin gift-wrapped in green.
You need not paint your perfect feet,
Your lips unaltered still so sweet.
Like perfect looks you’re make-belief,
Yet still your gaze brings only grief.
III
My sweet serotonin tree,
with beauty girls cannot achieve –
My reflection repulses me.
My sweet serotonin tree,
what every girl aspires to be.
But how can we compete with this?
Like perfect looks, you don’t exist.
