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Barbie
I fall short of perfection.
I suppose thats just perception.
The image I see is restless.
I hate my reflection.
Its like I sit in self made detention
And i gave myself a life sentence
Everyday i smile im just pretending
I have a hard time holding my head above all im contending
Im not plastic like Barbies are
Yet you keep playing,
With me
like im hollow and dont have a heart.
I wish to beautiful just like you are,
I feel ugly with all these scars.
I run in this beauty contest,
but i never get far.
Im not plastic like Barbies are.
I have a brain feelings and a heart.

© Mary Augustson