Synthetic Girl

Mon, 02/10/2014 - 21:28 -- Emily H

Her self-confidence is built on the

foundations of Facebook and Twitter

The more flesh she shows,

the more people notices her.

With each like she gets

it goes up.

When it all crumbles down,

there’s nothing to keep her standing up.


Beauty isn’t reflected in a mirror.

Until she breaks the glass

and looks inside herself,

her world will be swallowed

into an eternity of disappointment.

She won’t have any self-respect

nor love for the world.

She breaths, but is dead.


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