Just Like Them

Perched upon my pedestal

Proudly placed above the masses.

Free to sneer, free to judge

Free to condemn

Secure in my own superior position

Of porcelain perfection.

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Begging to be broken,

Be destroyed, torn apart,

Then remade and repainted

And become just like them

My inverse, my reciprocal

The very antithesis of my self.

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Longing to sink into the lukewarm

Comfort of mediocrity.

Benign acceptance of the world

For I would be the currency

In all its splendor, all its glory

I would reign supreme.

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Become another Barbie doll, another

Stand out in the crowd.

Fake body. Fake face, framed by fake hair,

Graced by a fake smile

Inches of material used to emphasise

What it doesn’t cover.

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Another set of unreal expectations

Society’s endless lure

So different from mine now

Yet equally unachievable

Standing there while the world changes

Mesmerised by pots of coloured powder.

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Every day I wish I could be just like them

And every day I thank God I’m not.