fall like your beauty into the stagnant air

swishing, switching

time on.off.on.off.

(i f o n l y)

Today you might be oh so glorious

with your glitter and your ribbons and,

pretty eyes like sunken ships of gold,

(my.lit.tle.lol.it.a.)

but the mirror does bend and break,

tomorrow-

your little-girl body will be hideous(ly fake)

with all those horrid scars,

those bones jutting out like diseases

(not an s.t.d.- you're walking innocence but,

barbies don't have bones.) and

You're smiling to the sky,

because as of now, they haven't left you yet...

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Keep pretending, it's the only thing keeping you alive.