A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words (But This Time It Stole Your Soul And Forgot To Hand Out The Replacements)

Let's play a little game of dress up,
You be the model and I'll be the media.
Stand still it will only take a second,
Don't bother protesting,
You can't win.
Let me take your measurements,
Then I'll make you up in cuts and bruises,
You look so good in purple and red.
I'll lace up your cocaine corset,
And pull back your hair so it's easier for you to puke.
You're insufficient,
I want perfection.
Stand tall and proud,
Listen to that audience,
As they cheer so loud.
The applause are for me,
I've created a flawless clone.
You're my project,
And when I'm finished with you,
There's always time for me to call "next."
Different names,
Identical faces.
A lack of personality,
Or sense of humour.
Don't speak,
Just keep a peaceful demenor.
Lift your head up high,
Fake like you're in control.
Pretend that you're your own person,
And not a mindless fashion drone.
What's on the inside never counts,
Your insides are rotten,
And sown together,
From years of surgery and make shift beauty.
You're so pretty on the outside,
Picture perfect,
You're the hottest thing this year.
"Lights, Camera, Action!"
The photos trapped your soul,
You lost yourself in film strips and magazine covers,
But we all know that you're an attention lover.
Load the cameras,
Set off the flashes,
And smile pretty for the hollow glass lenses.
Re-apply your smudged lip gloss,
And mingle with your false friends.
When it's all said and done,
You'll be broken and wishing these mirrors could talk.