Perfection

She sits…

She sits o so very still

A little smile on her face

Blonde hair down her back

Blue eyes shine so bright

the Malibu home

the jeeps and mustangs..

it all mean nothing

beyond the permanent smile 

she’s empty..

Nothing but a plastic doll

An empty, soulless, emotionless doll

Yet this, this plastic doll is the concept of perfection

Plastered on the wall

Pushed into the mind of innocent little girls

Brainwashing them to believe this little Barbie doll is the perfect life..

Is it the beauty we idealize?

Is it because we deem the idea of money and material things important?

Is it because its easier to be a soulless than to bare the burden of human emotion

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