In Disguise

She's so perfect, thin and tall,
She's so perfect, feet so small.
Her hair so long, and lashes too,
As if they’ve all been stuck with glue.

Her lips so full, her cheekbones high,
Every curve precise, no flaw to spy.
Her nails so long, sharp as a knife,
Polished to shine, the height of life.

She's so perfect… or is she?
That plastic smile won’t let her be.
A factory doll behind those eyes,
Every detail copied, her soul disguised.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Croft Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 3:57 PM
This is very true, we only see what people want us to see on the outside and not really see what's on the inside.
Chircop Avatar
April 13, 2026 at 7:40 AM
Yes, thank you for your comment :)
Sands Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 1:48 PM
Excellent poem! It is true the soul can get buried with a fake facade. Well done :)
Chircop Avatar
April 13, 2026 at 7:40 AM
Thank you so much :)
Green Avatar
April 9, 2026 at 4:54 AM
I really enjoyed that. It makes me think about how we idolize people based on looks but never truly know who they are. Very nice meter and flow to this piece.
Chircop Avatar
April 9, 2026 at 6:45 AM
Thankyou so much for your comment!
Daniels Avatar
April 5, 2026 at 6:56 PM
Lovely powerful poem on fake beauty, Christina. Neat couplets & form. A good title and strong last line. Well done & best intentions on Poetry Soup for you.
Chircop Avatar
April 6, 2026 at 9:13 AM
Thankyou so much!
Allison Avatar
April 2, 2026 at 1:48 PM
such wisdom in your lines Christina and there is so much pressure especially on the young to have a perfect body . A poem that should be read by everyone of any age! hugs Jan x
Chircop Avatar
April 4, 2026 at 10:48 AM
Thank you so much!
Brincat Avatar
April 2, 2026 at 6:57 AM
Very beautiful poem keep up your goodwork
Chircop Avatar
April 2, 2026 at 6:57 AM
Thank you so much!
Buhagiar Avatar
April 1, 2026 at 1:13 AM
Beauty is transparent. It is to be found in the soul. I remember your mother helping to get good marks. My regards to you, your mother and Armando. As I will no post again before next Monday, I wish you all a Happy Easter.
Chircop Avatar
April 2, 2026 at 6:58 AM
Your poems are beautiful too
Buhagiar Avatar
April 1, 2026 at 9:05 AM
I hope you will read my love poem.
Chircop Avatar
April 1, 2026 at 4:37 AM
Thankyou so much, I really appreciate!! Unfortunately Nannu Armando has dementia and is in an old people's home :( regards to you too! Happy Easter
bard Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 9:28 PM
Chircop Avatar
April 1, 2026 at 12:58 AM
Thankyou so much!
bard Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 9:29 PM
Much wisdom in your words Well done Blessings Douglas
Callus Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 7:38 AM
I very much enjoyed your delightful poem, Christina. It shows that even at a young age you are capable of not judging a book just by looking at its cover. I am pleased that you are following in your talented mum's footsteps! Keep it up :) // paul
Chircop Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 7:53 AM
Thankyou so much, I really appreciate! :)
Trestrail Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 6:40 AM
I always say beauty is in the eye of the beerholder! Sorry about the dad joke. Someone once said “It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us”. Nice job, Christina, for one so young you are very astute.
Chircop Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 7:26 AM
Thankyou so, so much for your comment! I really appreciate :D
Chircop Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 5:25 AM
Christina, I love how your couplet shows that there's more to people than just the way they look. You see beyond appearances.You see the real person inside . I’m so proud of you!
Chircop Avatar
March 31, 2026 at 7:26 AM
Thankyou so much!
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