I see her,
every time I walk past
The Billboard hunched outside of my house

She towers above the sky
With a blinding smile, 24/7

I didn’t eat lunch today 

Because 

If I did, she would 

Look down on me 

With her mocking Eyes 

(And I can never face that sight) 

She 

Speaks to me sometimes
In pink, bold fonts that screams happiness 

And I always seem to respond

Because 

If I don’t, I would feel her sharp shrills digging, clawing into me
Until I obediently fit into her Size 

(Yet I hesitate more and more, day by day) 

But one day,
I decided to shout back
With a booming Voice like a newborn 

And she crumbled down with a sigh 

Blown away, like a commercial pamphlet 

And that’s when realization dawned upon me
I could never become Her 

Because 

She isn’t Real. 

She never was.