Positioned in front of the mirror
pretending vanity trumps insecurity.
Playing the pretty game.
Perfect each piece of skin.
Partition every strand of hair.
Pluck pull paint powder primp preen.
put this here, that there, no no, there.
Piss off. Hey, I’m busy here.
Pry out that last bit of confidence,
Plaster on a fake smile tight.
Perpetuate your public image.
Persuade yourself it’s fine, you’re fine.
Pause. Take in the plastic:
Pointless chatter, speculations.
Please. I didn’t ask to be average.
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