Have you ever
Stopped
And really thought
About what it would be
Like
To have the
Perfect
Life?
Have you ever wondered
What you would
Become
When you were everything
Everyone else
Wanted to see.
When you lost
Your entire identity
To the masses?
To the swelling wave
Of identical
Clones
In their clown
Makeup.
And tight jeans.
Armed with
Curling irons
And mascara
To blind you
Or leave you behind.
I would rather
Be alone
Than dead inside.
