She is a knock-off version of Chanel,
Locked in derision
She made for for herself
As she tries on identities for size.

Does the collagen fit?
Is the silicone the right shade?
Hair extensions to match Barbie’s,
Broken doll parts that (almost) no one suspects.

She exposes her skin at the putrid bar,
Dying to be ogled –
Hoping prying eyes will see
Tattoos instead of dead doll eyes.

People laugh at her,
(But she pretends they smile)
While she rotates personalities,
Like a child on Halloween.

Adored by everyone
(She pretends to be).
Hatred for her own self,
She morphs into another.

She slips into the mask –
Another counterfeit day.
But then the botox slips –
And she is stuck with her imitation self.