We're All Just Dolls, Aren't We?

putting on my make-up again,

trying to filter out the pores,

wondering where I'll go wrong—

I see the plastic glaze my skin.

hovering with my mascara wand,

lining each lash with a smear,

painting shadows across my lids—

I see the mask begin to take shape.

bruising blush across my cheeks,

casting a shimmer at each angle,

lighting the mood of my expression—

I see "me" begin to fade away in blinks.

coloring my lips with gloss,

outlining my puckered mouth,

blowing a kiss at the mirror—

I see the mannequin style I made.

flaunting and sashaying,

shaking my hips in time,

coiling my nylons up my legs—

I see the reflection of a new doll.