Everything Plastic

Paper cuts and blood stains,

Reasons never ending,

Mirrors, make up- being so vain,

The rules never bending.

The smile never faltering,

The grades are perfect,

Spirits never dropping,

Tears are tears- they remain wet.

Some relief to all this pain,

The touch of a hand,

The cut of a blade,

The music by that band.

And so what if you don’t cry at lunch,

You conceal it,

You don’t say anything much,

Refusing to reveal it.

But people will be people,

Never too gentle,

Words can weaken,

When they’re harsh and judgemental.

Yet look around, how they are living a lie,

Look at the faces they make,

It’s just a survival instinct, a way to get by,

Yet I’m the one everything plastic and everything fake.