the sky is the mirror for our souls,
we bask ourselves in our own reflections,
stripped of our masks and shells.
embodied dresses, and glitters in the eyes
sugar-coated the ugly;
leaving behind only the stench of betrayal.
we're the limelight of the time,
praised and honored.
the glass is never full enough, and they continue to seek their dreams and fantasies.
never enough, is the pain and pleasure.
ditto.
