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My face is posedUnder my clothes
I'm exposed
I suppose
This is what I chose.
Melted water
From my basic eyes
Without the touch-up
Airbrushed surprise
Fall to the ground
There's a flash
And a boom
Shutterbugs flying.
Standing on the white
Endless, flowing
Matte sheet
Beneath my feet.
I talk with my hips,
Behind obscured lips
For needles' tucks and nips
The skin just rips
Every memory unzips
From my vague past
Even with action shots
It's still life
Money's all I've got
To make it through the plight
And even now
It's dry as an ancient spring
Nothing left in there
Can't deal with this hellish thing
Take another shot at me
Try to bring me down
Dress me up, make me fake
I'm your made-up clown
Now there's a subconscious feeling
That you just can't shake
They're following you
Everywhere you go
You can't hide,
You can't escape
But you want them to know
There's a person under all this
Glamor, glitz, and fame
And they all know damn well
There's no god damn shame