artificially flavored world.

The large crowd has their eyes on her.
She can hear their whispers, see them point.
Her differences give them something to talk about.
Her mind is flushed with craziness as she breathes in
the thick air of judgement and pressure that surrounds her.
People walk up to her.
They try to change her, they degrade her, they form their opinions.
They love her?
They are plastic,
just fake blood pumping through a fake heart supporting a fake mind
with bad intentions.
For years she has been hiding under her own skin and a
massive overcoat of paranoia.
Without a warning..
Rage is suddenly ignited in her veins. Through a type of
motivation she has never felt before, her footsteps sound on the stage floor.
She reaches the center.
She delicately places her hands over her deep blue eyes.
All she can see is a shade of black.
Everyone is gone, no one is watching her. She can feel
the honesty moving closer to the tip of her tongue.
She speaks of life as she knows it.
No one has ever heard real like this.
Her mind morphs into words that begin to leak from her moving lips...

She wakes up.
She rushes out of bed,
throws on some old tattered blue jeans and a custard cardigan.
"This will have to do.."
She looks into the mirror with a distateful look on her face.
She comes to a frantic stop and her mind considers the possibilities as to what she could be missing..
She grins. Remembers her dream.
Although it had never happened, although she didnt break lose and show the world
who she was and what she had to say,
her dream is proof. She knows who she is.
Not even half of the critic assholes can say that about themselves.
She grabs her baby blue umbrella and prepares herself for the plastic world
laced with beauty that only the observant can see.
The beauty that she wakes up for.
The beauty that she will embrace from this day on.