
When looks are all you want,
They’re all you get

We usually take
The image for
The reality,
Because
Our eyes can
Take in images,
Whereas our minds
Can’t take in
Realities

When we can’t change our lives,
We can always change our clothes
Pretending they are the same thing

On the other hand,
Playing dress-up and pretend
Are among our more honorable pursuits

In the end, though,
It’s just us, being us,
And trying to look as good as we can
Doing it —
Envying the handsome boys
And the skinny girls
And whoever else we choose to
Focus our resentment upon —

Or,
If we a comfortable enough within ourselves,
We can just appreciate people for who they are
And what they are good at