Off
Location
Long legs
Long arms
Slender
Smooth
Like a chair
You sit on me
So much that
You made me change
Myself to suit
Your needs
Cakes of makeup
That frosts my face
Makes me look sweet
And perfectly
Targetable
Photoshop
Shows me
What they want to see
Tells me
Who they want me to be
I am
No chair
I live
I breathe
I feel
I feel your expectations
Pile up on my shoulders
Putting Atlas’ burden
To complete and utter
Shame
But
The truly shameful
Is you
Who finds faults
Where there are none
Nothing's wrong
With me
Just something off
About you
Society