Picture perfect porcelain doll,
"Pin-up Barbie" bathroom scrawl.
Am I real? What is fake?
The monster inside or my pretty face?
Blood red lipstick; plastic lashes.
Awkward silence; confidence crashes.
Hours spent in the mirror,
Narcissistic of drowned with fear?
Miss socially awkward walked the hall,
A pin-up, slutty, porcelain doll.
Insecurities rampid run--
Childhood tragedies where they're from.
Cracks and fissures slowly spread,
Releasing all my pent up dread.
Peer inside; a dark abyss.
Shimmer of light; easy to miss.
Bloodied and broken,
Battered and bare,
Am I fake? What is real?
An outside exterior of the terror I feel?

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