Fake
Decadence, engorged and choking
It almost ran needles through the eye
Stitching you to stare
I don't know if beautiful were the words to echo
When it looked like something just below
What is natural
The white was of that corrupted colour
Only noticeable if you were hypnotised
By the hemmed delicate petals
That eve;
I played the part of Marie Antoinette
Demanding cake and ribbons
Paid in blood labour
But pleasing to the eye
Oh yes! The dress was thrift store cheap
The jacket pre-owned, the model unloved
With those un-plentiful hips, the shape of a cereal box
Illusions, illusions of a masquerade ball
Dreams of running away with a prince
And not away from friends
Converse trainers walk further than heels
But the blisters of loneliness never heal
Fraudulent sister! Did you enjoy your dance?
Gasping for air instead of beauty
Because your dress dug into your ribs.
Was it worth it? Would you give it another chance?
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