Mannequin


Passing by,
I watch her from afar,
The curve of her hips, the way she rocks a bob;
I long to be like her,
Thin and draped in faux fur
She seems content
But I know it’s only the moment
Lipstick vivaciously red,
But I wonder what goes through her head;
A pretty face
But I can tell she just wants to be erased
She can’t seem to use her brain
I wonder if that’s what makes her feel numb to pain
People sit and stare
But I can see, she feels bare
She is only a mannequin
But I can see panic from within
I can tell she longs to be set free
Because I recognize this girl as me

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