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Plastic.

Wrapped.

Boxed.

Synthetic hair

with full makeup present.

IQ of the lifeless.

Skimpy dress

exposing cleavage

thighs, and back.

10 pounds lighter

than I really am,

and just as graceful

as a ballerina in mid-air.

I'm everything I'm not.

Not yet, nor never.

A click opens the door.

The colors invite

and the words welcome.

A stranger with a picture

Attaches like a band-aid,

a rips off hair as it goes.

He pretends to understand,

pretends to like my picture,

Pretends to see me anyways.

But a door was only opened.

Too bad, it wasn't a window.

No one sees me. Never.

I'm not myself

to anyone but myself.

You talk.

I beleive.

You deceive,

and I think why me?

I don't talk.

I don't see.

This makes me

as cold as you.