Is that all I am?
Is that all I’m expected to be?
A set, a scene
A lovely untouched dream?
The Stepford Wife, drink in hand
Keeping and making the perfect house
Dressed up, alluring
The perfect spouse
An empty shell
An empty smile
An empty life
All I revile
Isn’t there more
Than just what is seen?
To what is desired?
To what is dreamed?
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