For All to See

Acceptance is

Rare.

Nothing can compare.

She’s used to them stopping to stare.

Judging with a snare.

Liberating and free,

it is to be her,

they claim.

Not knowing she despies

the fame.

An image to maintain.

On display her character

must remain.

For a moment she hides the pain.

Like a mannequin, she stand still

not revealing her lack of will.

Momentum she can not gain.

A life she can no longer sustain.

A brittle glimpse of courage

ignites her soul to set free.

She speaks of wanting to not be.

Society turn their back,

for all that she lack.

A mind of chaos first experiences peace,

eluding solitude.

She question

“Is this rude?”

Self-care forbade with many

to entertain.

Once again on the platform,

a model suffering in vain.

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