I like this poem the best, in terms of imagery and metaphors. For anyone who doesn't know, a façade is a mask or disguise.
A geisha of the 21st century,
your rose is pinned in place
on your self-constructed leash
all dolled up to stroll onstage.
Tracing patterns on the window,
frosted over with one breath
only half your face can be
seen through that icy mask.
Contained within a glass case,
showing you off for the world to see
they only love your reflection
they depend on your piety.
Courtesan of the 21st century,
hiding behind your special fan
painted for everyone else
on the other side of the glass.
~*~It's a bit short, only 4 stanzas, but I couldn't come up with anything else that wouldn't ruin the tone and mood completely. Oh well. Please review! ^_^