Looking at those women in television
and how beautifully they are made
reminding you of those porcelain dolls
that once in childhood you perhaps played
behind all that make-up you wonder
What really does lies beneath?
Does a person even live inside?
a real smile behind those dazzling teeth?
Such perfection must be hard to maintain
does that beauty even survive?
When the show's over, lights switched off
do these specimens feel alive?
Do they not share the same maladies?
Do they not ever ache or pain?
Do they never have to shed a tear?
or have to hide their blemishes again?
Why the company of angels do we lust for?
Why like them do we want to be?
Raise mere mortals to that of Gods
yet never a part of their family