Always On Display

A queen of the magazine layout for dreams, Lady with the looks, they all want to see. Wherever she goes they stop and stare it seems. Angelic face, perfect smile, looking at thee, Yes she seems happy, is it now, in some degree. See her life, is always on display, for us to see. One dream, for life, or until another comes along, Nearer or farther from happiness, is this wrong. Don’t you see behind the perfect smile that gleams? Intimate details shown for profit not reality, Social discloser, we live in fantasy dreams. Pain, discomfort, so hidden in emerald eyes, Looker, she is titled, a beautiful glitter anomaly. Aberration, for all to aspire to become, in lies, Yes, she’s a looker, always on display, not free.