Superficial

I think it is revolting
To see so many faces
That do not even belong to you.

The decision may seem fun at first
And yet at the end of the day,
I hope you know,
You will never be that person, will you?

I wonder how you sleep at night
Knowing that you are just lying to yourself
You are in denial of your own appearance
Your own life, your friends, your false genetics.

It must be so difficult for poor little you,
Unable to own up to your ugly, unsatisfying personality
Do you fill that gap with a 'better looking' person
When you yourself are just fine to begin with?

Continue to lie to yourself.
I hope you like that.