Damaged Goods
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I was once naked because it used to be enough
To bear it all bare with not much else but a smile in your eyes and a thought on your tongue
I glowed with much more than a factory-induced shimmer, chemical reactions sparked by my own making
I was once free until it came to be too much
Too much for them and more than enough
To spot a person amongst the mannequins
Much too fast and suddenly you were damaged goods
Less than a minute, less than a moment, but more than a word, more than a fear
At one point free and in the next, you were sealed
Sealed away by a frame of mind framed only by the eyeliner swiping the tips of your eyes that could not blink for fear of missing
Outcast by the masses when you were suddenly brilliant, the words unspoken not as sharp as the ones that died
And so the powder became a film that dimmed your eyes until the only words that were spoken were ones that were
lying beneath the surface a mass of contradictions that would crack the mask, otherwise a stain across your skin that replaced the heat you can no longer feel
But they were finally smiling back
The stretch of lines across their face the goal you had in
minding your manners and action and self until you were stretching the clay that had made you so special
That is now only worth the peeling clearance sticker that screams of mass production
Fitting to the mold without noticing the mold that has rotted your true worth away
But still you face the light
Reciting those lines through the hole in your mask
Because you can’t fill up empty spaces in the hole in your heart
But they were finally smiling back
The raise of brows no higher than the raise of opinion you craved for so long
So you pile on the layers that claim many things but did not disclaim that they would take that which you born with
Can’t wipe away the armor, it’s hardened too long like the nights spent perfecting the shades wiping away the brightness underneath
So you close your eyes because the price is suddenly right, lashes veiling the sight you don’t wanna see
Your hair curtains your face, shielding your view but the audience stares, and so you were hiding as the show continues
And the goods were claimed to no longer be damaged, fit to be
sold to the public, still flawed in private
Less than a minute, less than a moment, but more than a word, more than a fear
When the makeup and make-believe and make-it-work and make-it-happens all slid off
Too thick, too long, too heavy, too wrong
When you split into pieces
Frantically trying to conceal the darkness within but too late they’ve seen it
Scream though you try to fill in the cracks, the dry spell broken while liquid runs free
Yes you tried
But there was no brand in the world that could ever cover the you they found flawed
No foundation because you had your own
No mascara because there is nothing to mask
No bronzer because you’re golden
Then you look back at the mannequins with their false sense of beauty and the looks on their faces, can’t face what wasn’t of their making
Try the perfume aisle
you might as well wear Envy
For they were finally smiling back
On the day that you couldn’t