you're so fucking plastic,
it's a disease
thickening your blood,
stoppering all emotion
you're so fucking plastic,
and everyone loves it
they admire your shiny hair and perfect figure and
they eradicate any doubt within yourself
you're so fucking plastic,
and it's pulling your lips into the fakest smile
you're so fucking plastic,
nothing you do is real
you're so fucking plastic,
it's a disease
you're so fucking plastic,
and everyone loves it
and your disease is seeping into my veins,
as i become everything i said i never would
i'm so fucking plastic
and i fucking hate it
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
