The Model
The curves,
the hips,
the pouty lips,
the nose,
the chin,
the soul within.
The hidden beauty,
the unseen child,
the mask she wears,
with every smile.
She’s perfect,
she’s pretty,
she’s cute,
and petite,
she’s scared,
she’s young,
she’s perfectly incomplete.
The self she hides,
behind her face,
the woman inside,
the one yet to escape.
The secret desires,
the wishes to die,
the life she lives,
the hole inside.
She may look happy,
the absolute life,
but what really exsists,
are only lies.
She hates what she sees,
her hair,
and her teeth,
she can’t stand that smile,
her tighs,
or her feet.
We see a beauty,
she sees a beast,
she wants to be free,
to be perfect,
complete.
We hate what she has,
she hates what she sees,
she wants to be different,
just like you and me.
