Bird's Eye View

I go to the mall all Alone. Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in. This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth, Observing the world from afar. See the young couples holding hands. Looking as if they’re will be forever Together. A middle-ages, balding man waiting Outside the store for his woman, reading his well-worn, Paperback thriller. That’s love. Devotion. Nobody will do that for me. I watch Teenagers calling eachother m********** As a sign of friendship. Teenage boy with a snackback on, pants sagging Down to his knees texts his girl (she’s getting ready for their date, flatironing Her already straight hair, putting makeup on her already pretty Face, anything for him) Saying he’s studying for the history exam, (he’ll pick her up at seven) wraps his arm around the school s***, putting his hand up her shirt that’s revealing her D cups. What’s wrong with society? When did it become acceptable To wear torn jeans so low And patterned skirts so high? Why is it ok that a simple tube of black mascara costs Fifteen bucks? That those bright red signs announcing SALE are lying? Vanity. Vanity. Vanity. That you idolize every skinny, toned model on those Ralph Lauren advertisements? Dream Of being them? Those models wouldn’t even dream of eating the pretzels found on every floor, with their tantalizing smell, yet you don’t see this. Society only sees the perfection. Why? Why is it you only feel good when our manicured And lotioned hands Gives your dad’s plastic credit card to cashiers (working at minimum wage) For some red heels you don’t need? Prada has become a god.. Why are florescent lights spotlights Pointing out every flaw? And changing room mirrors tear down confidence Until you’re just ready to cry? Why do you do this to yourselves? You have marks in your arms from all the bags weighted Down with dresses and tanktops that never needed to be bought. Why is it makeup takes up so much space, Miles and miles Browse through red lipstick and blue eyeshadow Miles and miles of war paint bought For the war against the mirror… Yet… you never seem to win…