“Beauty and Grace”

Everyone says it’s not a big deal

You are the most beloved, highly praised for being pretty

They say you should be happy, yet I feel iffy

It is a big deal because I am not real

They all say “You are a great big deal,

You are beauty, you are grace.” Is that how I am supposed to feel?

I don’t.

In fact, I don’t think I can feel.

Nothing in my life is really real.

The beauty, the grace and the fame,

I’m in a constant fuzz,

It’s all a part of their game.

The partying, the drinks and the drugs.

It really is lame, this little game.

Tired? Anxious? Ill? Here, take a magic drug.

Yet the drugs make me dizzy, sick and out of control.

I don’t want drugs; I just need a hug.