Plastic

Perfect in every way

With a smile pasted on your face

But how long can you endure this?

How much longer can you pretend?

Overwhelmed by others expectations

You are no more than a puppet,

A plastic doll,

A plaything.

The most perfect

And the best liar

Shall win this game.

This game called life.

A/N: I had a bit of a creative block when I wrote this but I do quite like the ending of it. Reviews and constructive criticism is much appreciated.