[ screw the blonde barbie ]

paper napkin pressed between her pursed lips
blotting perfectly placed plum passion lipstick
piercing blue eyes matching her shirt so well
hair done to a ten and french manicured nails
and she sneaks one last peek of herself in the glass
fixing and primping and herself she does ask
in her mind and her heart, is this really who I am?
or is there more than what lies underneath this fake tan?
is there more to blonde hair, pouty lips, and a small frame?
is there more to bouncy tits, a round ass, and micro waist?
she realized there wasn’t and that’s all that she is
and ever will be, and decided that this
life that she leads
behind this facade she does hide
it hurt her and pained her and killed her inside
she fell to the floor in a salty heap
heaving tears like daggers that dropped on her feet
and there she sat in her own misery
but she’s the one that caused it
don’t feel sorry for her
her fucking life is wasted
her youth is a blur
of what she was supposed to be and not what she wanted
so screw the blonde barbie that glares as you cross her path
with her shitty attitude and deep evil laugh
remember that she’s no better than you
and probably goes home wishing she was more like you, too.

[ 7.47 PM ]