I saw you standing there, with your bright pink tights and low cut top. Moving your body is odd shapes, being the perfect frame.
Make-up artist surround you, hair stylist pulling your hair in tight fashion statements.
You never smile; the look does not allow it. High heels shaping your legs into divine sculptures.
Striking a pose, lights flashing and camera clicking.
Nothing sees your soul, nothing knows you heart.
Finished; you walk into tall bright buildings, alone and undesired. Lying empty on expensive sheets, you dream of a life less fashionable, a life less designed.
Everyone wants more, everyone wants nothing.
You choose every day.