Winning

Winning
She holds the crown upon her head.
It’s plastic glitter blinds everyone.
Blinded by reality.
Her lips glow and shine
But her tongue is twisted by hate and anger
Her thin, pale figure is not from diets
It’s her way of screaming for help.
Though her red nails match her dress,
It is the color of her victims.
Her makeup is a mask.
Hiding her true identity.
Insecurities.
Doubts.
She is plastic.
A Barbie doll.
Fake and unreal.
Humanity is a lie
If this
Is winning.