Pretty being,
Perfection at its best.
Beautifully made from the ashes of her own being.
She's cold, lifeless...
An empty vessel made of the finest of materials.
Constructed carefully with the most standard of tools.
Fully articulated, so she can show herself off better
Yet she has no substance...
No soul.
She's the Belle of every Ball
And her Charming is never the same one.
With her unreal face pretty; yet animated.
No heart
No spirit
Nothing to live for
Since she can't feel...
Can't love.
Upon her matchless beauty
She's still a plastic doll.
A/N: I know a girl...
A lot of girls I could describe as 'plastic dolls'.
So here's the third of the collection. Vote, comment, share and be yourself.
Don't be a beauty queen!!!
YOU ARE READING
NOT a Beauty Queen
PoetryJust my little way of reminding everyone that you are beautiful the way your are and you don't need to be a beauty queen to be pretty.