MODEL

Model of perfection

Gazing adoringly

Within the mirror

At your own reflection

Reaching out

With clenched fists

To shatter

The image they created

As

The tears fall

Steadily down your cheeks

Disapproving voices

Screaming from inside

You run

Hiding

From

Yourself

It wasn’t supposed to be like this

Fighting urges

To defy

Their rules

As they

Attempts to shape

Control

Command

Your every move

Independence abounds

Only in your mind

Now infested

With

False hopes and empty promises

Of the good life

It wasn’t supposed to be like this

Take my hand

Have it all

Indulge this lie

Lose your soul