Broken Shine

Oh the longing to feel glamorous.
looking shiny in the bright lights,
the makeup and that flattering dress
that pumps up your breasts
and makes you feel worthy.
looking for acceptance in life
and fitting in with every other girl around.
all with makeup,
and with the shiny faces, bodies.
looking like plastic
or even glass.

i stand on the dull side
looking through the glass.
staring at what people call glamor.
examining all the beautiful girls
that has been created by a simple mold
covering their actual real beauty.
giving in to the ads that guarantees to make you feel 'beautiful',
but looks are only skin deep.

i stand on the dull side
watching the glamor walk past me,
and me knowing that i used to want to be that.
that shine of glitter and makeup that enhances faces
and the expensive clothes that complement a body.
but, i know now that i don't want to break.

i stand on the dull side
not ashamed of what i am.
not shiny, in jeans and a plain ol t-shirt.
i slowly reach out to touch the shiny, sparkling faces
only knowing that with one touch it would be so easy to break.
so i test it
and reach my hand out to simply touch the sparkle,
only to see the glamor shatter
and the pieces lay before me on the ground.
what had taken hours to create a shine
is now glimmering in pieces on the floor at my feet.