Be indulged, be mesmerized. This is beauty magnified. Watch my hair catch light, my eyes intoxicate you, my body satiate your senses. This isn’t a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through one’s mind – it is the entity. My body is a molded sculpture flourished with modish clothes. I am the façade of a figure of perfection, in which substance within is nonexistant. A beau ideal. Worshiped - for comeliness, not demeanor. My internal beauty – masqueraded by external mendacity. This ‘flawless’ existance of mine is idolized by countless beings. I, however, am sickened by it. A marionette acting in a freakshow is the exegesis of my life. Internal satisfaction - a myth lost in time.