souls for sale.

Many sit and ponder at the female mystique 
While the world sits and scrutinizes our outer physique,
These gutted vessels under reconstruction,
Trying only to emphasize what the world wants to see.

Their eyes, their brows,Too much too thick,
Their teeth, their arms, and calves and lips
Their hips, their ass, their thighs must gap,
perfection always slipping, always losing their grip.

Be lean, be tall, their breasts too small,
Sit up, and smile, walk lightly, dont fall,
This gimmic, this ploy of master seduction,
Play the part, be that girl, IMPRESS US ALL.

still we get put down,For the effort put in,
For try too hard, attempting to fit in,
To these shoes, so tiny and danty and decieiving,
Our heads imploding from mixed messages we're receiving.

Dont cry, be strong. Let nothing go wrong
Love, but not too much, dont hurt, and move on,
reading the script, written by mere fantasy,
Only then to be called drones, cant anyone see

We are losing touch with everything we know,
By vacating every body, and disposing of the soul,
then cut down, and belittle, those who dont fit,
Neglecting the souls who aren't willing to forget