we know your face
it appears every place
you're on all our screens
you're in every scene
we love your smile
we envy your style
we bow down to your fame
we know your name
you're always in the light
you never leave our sight
you feel no shame
on your claim for fame
while we stare at you
and the things you do
we wish we could be
everything we see
skinny, pretty, and well known
the money you make the money you blow
inside all we do
is guided by you
we must have small hips
the bile on our lips
you don't understand
the pressure you demand
to be perfect is our goal
even if we sell our soul
at a chance for a life
we go under the knife
cut up our face
who we are misplaced
snort the blow
sniff it up our nose
with booze on our lips
taking all your tips
just to become known
the life you've always shown
because of you
you changed our view
on beauty and love
what we're made of
we're skinny now
the size you allow
our faces have scars
our souls behind bars
we've finally become what they need
we give it all the blood we bleed
where is our fame
it was all just a game
you messed us up
you broke our trust
we mean nothing still
we never will
no matter the pain
there was never anything to gain
we're nothing alike
so enjoy your life
but here we are
still watching our stars
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Poetryrandom thought processes and works developed when i wasn't inspired. writing when you're inspired causes a belief that work is better than it is. i write whenever i feel. and these are the outcomes of those feelings. enjoy if you wish! critique is...
