Dazzling people made of gold,
Dazzling people made of cold
Material, dazzling people made
Of glitter and stuck together with glue.
Dazzling people made of lipstick
Lipstick, kisses, stains on cheeks
Because the stains are meant to be
And not because they like the lipstick.
Or the person.
Dazzling people made of not enough
Dazzling people made of zero, zero
Like how one raindrop fades onto the
Ground, and becomes zero, discarded
Discarded, but in our society, that's
Rewarded, being a million dollar
Person, with a million dollar smile
Forget when you were happy
Back when you were a child.
Following a line, smiling all the time
Even when people hurt you
Even when you hurt you
Even when you cry
You wipe the tears away
As if that could change
What hurts in your brain
Well, it can't! So stop
Wiping your tears away!
Stop putting on the lipstick
You don't like, to kiss
The people you don't want to kiss!
Stop being dazzling.
Start being genuine
And maybe one day
You'll finally win
But what you'll win
I can't say.
You might save
A scrap of the past
When you just smiled
Because you meant it
And not because it went well with
Your lipstick in kisses that miss
Any good feelings at all except
Pride that you're right, that you're
Our society loves the number
But you are not
You are here
I could see you
If I was in the
But would I see you?
Or would I see a celebrity?
A celebrity clone, no-one home,
Would I see you? At all?