Real vs. Fake.

there's the girl with the golden curls locked together with a tight-laced ribbon, sittin' pretty for all the young boys to see.
in the wind she's a stunner with her eyes to the sky, soaking in the sun's rays that compliment her physical structure and accent her curves with perfectly-placed shadows.
like an angel the world surrounds her and her beauty like a magic that captures every soul surrounding.
her lips a cherry red- not too bright, not too light and her nose like the flawless slope we like to ski.
her fingers so delicate, so beautiful, so soft and her legs endless pathways to the stars.

there's the girl who owns the most impeccable machine, her body running off the fuel of the love that is given to her each day.
a sphere of energy surrounds her glowing shape and travels with her each thoughtful step she takes.
a heart of gold placed properly in a cage of shining crystal that lies within her chest is what leads her to the decisions she makes.
she is lovely- inside and out, because she is real.


then there's the girl who hides under the skin of another that she found in a magazine.
afraid to show real beauty, she cowers under the tight strips of cotton she calls clothing.
who would know if she were lovely? who would be able to tell? with the image she creates, originality is lost, dragging beauty along into the abyss.
to touch her is to bring danger upon her life- a threat to crack the shell she's placed so carefully around her being.

then there's the girl who must fight each day to defend the character she's stolen from the media and called her own.
by selling herself as so many do, she must lift her chin each day to those who see through her translucent shield.
what elegance may lie inside is hidden by a screen of hateful words and a face that smiles to please, not because it is happy.
outside she is a satisfying sight for those who do not care to read the story behind the cover of the book.
she is picturesque- outside, not in, because she gives just the illusion of reality.


whom shall you chose to be? whom shall you chose to love?