Perfectly designed and intricately sculpted
Sequins and glitters of deception scattered
Feathered with luxurious and ravishing fur
Oh how she can't resist the shouts of glamour
Feeling the glittery roughness of its surface
She gasped thinking it would be her other face
Stroking continually and familiarizing every inch,
She can't help but flinch
Am I me? She would think
But out of her subconsciousness herself was about to sink
Disregarding the doubt building up
She divulged herself thinking about her new found cover up
Thousands of orbs looking at her in awe
Lighting up myriad of emotions full of hue
Adoration, dissatisfaction, jealousy
She embraced it classily
This is exactly what she wanna be
Adored and loved by many
Loving the shell of deceitful perfection
The delightful feeling lingered along with her unhealthy obsession
Oh what a sweet form of imprisonment
Encaging her with fame and internal torment
Waves of reality strikes her reverie
She was now in an ocean of lies and misery
In this stupidity she was about to drown
Her mask resisting to wear off its frown
Out of her self implemented trance
She lost herself and very chance
Behind the fakery her eyes possesses
A cry of a broken soul suppresses
Unclasping the mirror of her very own creation
She wanted to break free from this cave of pretention
Through her soaked lashes she scream
A loud thunderous whimper of her agonostical dream
Enveloping her with sugar-coated sermon
Her own desire had now become her own demon
