A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth

Perfect skin, clean and bright

Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit

Perfect hair, straighted and dyed

THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.

This is the pressure

Pressure to be

Perfect

Fake

This is a plastic reality

Plastic life

Bought with plastic money

Because money speaks

Money speaks of Barbie Doll fantasies.

These lives seem so pretty, so perfect

But in these minds, words write a story

Endlessly telling of realities that are wrong.

Wrong like the distorted veiw of life

Of beauty

Of happiness.

Material things that satisfy for one moment,

We are consumed by mixed up priorities.

This is the pressure

Pressure to be

Perfect

Fake

This is a plastic reality.