His Pretty Face.

You're so beautiful.
I love you.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
But sometimes,
You make me want to hate you.
Shun you.
Protect myself from all this self-hatred.
But I can't change that.
You're so addictive.
A beauty so concentrated.
Constrictive
In your vanity.
Drawn in.
Everyone crawls forth to admire,
You.
It's always you!
How do the fans conspire?
When will I ever get the spotlight?
Can you ever give it up?
Your grip is relentless, too tight.

I'll take our bond,
And I'll bury it fast.
Never to bother,
Like a peaceful sleep.
Never to disturb.
Like a memory from the past.
Only stuck in this rut that you love.
But when push comes to shove,
A pretty face is always preferred.
Over originality,
Over an intricate personality.
Over anything a humble man would admire.

You're just a pretty face.
But I love your pretty face.
Even if it makes me feel ugly.
All I ever want is a taste.
A taste of the fame.
Oh, but what a shame.
Pretty Faces
Trump
Invisible faces.