Squeezed

She's the one who likes

A plastic face

Plastic eyes

Plastic everything in between

Designer clothes

Neon sign

But where can the real girl be seen?

Reputation is my mind

Appearance is my heart

Ego is my soul

Never found apart.

Reviews

[Raven]

I suppose the self-esteem issue would be the problem for most women who indulge in such artificial intelligence. What they have isn't good enough or they just don't want to do the work it takes to improve. This is a good observation and not one I see often here. Good poem. (Relic...this is my other account).

[Solitary Traveler]

The doll, on the billboard sign, and as Tuomas wrote, porcelain perfection. Scrap away the plastic and who is beneath? A shallow vapid person, a void beneath.

[Akira Kodama]

Sense of perfection is subjective. With one who never had any plastic on the surface in the first place may very well be different than your description.

[Solitary Traveler]

Ah, growling against any type of definition. true poetry.

[MOON]

Clever write enjoyed plastic lives!

[Akira Kodama]

I don't understand.

[MOON]

An expression really people are not real plastic so to speak!

[Akira Kodama]

Oh there was no punctuation so I was confused. Of course people are not really made of plastic. All metaphorical.

[MOON]

Yes indeed, oops punctuation, what's that?

[Akira Kodama]

What is the question?

[Sami Khalil]

Maybe a palstic credit card too...A splendid poem...:).......................