We all are swept in a haze,

Seamlessly walking in the stench of a craze,

A bitter fox that has overtaken our hearts,

Young and old, gripped by its darts,

We all are, caught in its daily award show,

A fickle contest to see whose looks is the best in tow,

Dresses and makeup taken and applied with such expertise,

Suits and cosmetics used to the bend of their knees,

A social media stunt, a never ending run,

A journey, that seems to have no end in its gun,

An Olympics in itself, participants, willing and unwillingly,

Go with the start of the gun, a race that emptiness is in its hull,

A girl's pain throttles as she sags in the run,

Her body, a distortion to their expectation,

Her eyes cast shadows over her dark disposition,

Her hair untamable, thick tendrils unwanted,

Her lips are thin and cracked, the lowest in the crescendo of hunted,

Her body is a rumbling jack, too big to the others,

A dirt on their...