Plastic

Another topic I was given; Plastic.

I am unable to see 'round

The cookie-cutter form

Of "perfection" that has been found

As society's norm.

People don themselves in plastic

To disguise their beauty.

Desire's pressure makes them sick,

As they are blind to see

The beauteous allure that they hold.

Nobody is the same,

So you need to stand proud. Be bold

And bear your unique name.

Wear your true colours on your sleeve;

Love will never be seen

In masks that are worn to deceive

What perfection should mean.

Perfection is not how you look.

It is not found in size,

Or as a picture in a book.

It shines when the mask dies

And falls to reveal your true face,

Stricken of reflection.

Not even plastic can erase

Your unfeigned perfection.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Or as a picture in a book.
It shines when the mask dies"
I like how you gave life and purpose to the plastic. You touched on many topics. I believe can't hide forever the false face. Sooner or later your true face will show up. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Courtney]

Thanks so much for taking the time to read and review this! :) I completely agree, there's no point in trying so hard if you can't do it for your true self. Thanks again :)

[kushtrimthaqi]

this read remind me of this one, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUJP0BwWB5Q
how hard is to be a non-conformist in a world full of conformists.