Poem: vs. Reality

Heartfelt moments stolen in time.
Lock away beneath a mad man's dream. Or Reality.
We want nothing more but to escape this paradigm,
of false hopes.
Yet we desperately cling to its source.
At the root--lies.
At the surface-- more lies--covered in make-up.
M.A.C, I suppose...
Still, we Covergirls want to be seen,
we powder our noses and search for green.
Money. not salad.
Although, we tell ourselves we need to be lean.
To fit into this mad man's dream. Or Reality. 
All these Rules.
Stifled, by the one thing we all want to do.
Escape.

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© Lena Noir.