A snip here, a tuck there
Shaping, trimming, defining
All is good, All is well
The knife is all I needed
My reflection, it grins back at me
All knowing gleam in it's eye
For it knows that it owns me
Only it can make me happy
Yet I don't recognize this person
Am I staring at me?
I feel this empty shell, my body
Will forever be changing
But it doesn't matter anymore
Because I'm hollow within
I was nothing more than a lump of clay
Just waiting to be molded
So I let the molder take me
And shape me as the world sees fit
For I am at it's eternal mercy
Bowing to what the world calls beauty
My decisions mean nothing now
Unless the world is happy
So I will let the molders knife
Carve me into beauty
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