What Do YOu Think Of This Poem....?

They've all got, fake smiles, plastered to their plastic faces,

They all, put themselves above the rest, look in the mirror,

Anerexic, Bulemic, Beauty queens walk down a runway,

Pretty... Plastic... Faces...

They run with sissors in their hands, they drink nailpolish daily,

They choke on their foundation, they blind themselves with mascara,

Drowning in lipstick they powder their faces, break their noses, on a daily basis,

They forget themselves, leave behind their past, trash their future, the media steals their voices speaking for them...

Pretty... Pathetic... Faces...

Becoming picture perfect, never comes easy, flashing camaras, spray on tans, washable tatoos, hungry and starving, they look at their faces, shoved in magazines, their fake smiles propped on billboards... and they can only see their own pain, and they all laugh, as another joins, throwing her life away, ridding her of her human emotions... a photo is taken, a needle is stuck in, a face is rearranged... another life is created, another life made of plastic, another life taken by the camara...

PRETTY... PLASTIC... FACES...