The fakeness of it all is drowning
They aren't princes and princesses,
Awaiting their crowning
They are devoid of any originality
Their minds so focused
On the supposed "normality"
But their foundation is cracking
Mascara is smudged
Their minds oh so lacking
Of a spark of something unique
Trying to find something
To make them "complete"
Something that fills
That massive, gaping hole
Until it bubbles over, and spills.
