Beyond the Screen
I watch the blinking recycled content as it feeds my soul its cold
Menu of merchandise and recently improved products with
Blazing smiles and silicone.
Spilling it’s content into the weak-minded impressionables, bending and
Adapting to each new fanatical fad in a breathtaking display
Of sun tan lotion and enhancement pills.
Telling me to lose weight, straighten my hair, enhance my figure,
Buy a new home and go back to college while I swallow down the
Last of my club soda.
Walking reveals the result of the onslaught in trendy white sneakers
And parading paraphernalia and the next smallest music player while
I gaze at myself in reflection.
I hate who I am with a glance in the car window as I attempt to fix
My hair and make my jeans hang much lower to reveal my club soda
Tummy under a plain T-shirt.
I return to my sofa in a miniscule state wanting to hid from the world
Just so I can pretend to be alright with who I am and escape back into the
Safety of the television screen.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2005
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