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Draw me

A thinner me

Carve me

Ruined face by social disease

Insecurity becomes overwhelming

As a nation goes under the knife

To carve away a mirrors reflection

I'm not your billboard lie

Dying image in this material age

Disarm my figure for the perfect frame

In self disgust thinned by privation

Turned away by these eyes that see

Rather cease than face this rejection

Becomes the mannequin on it's knees

Entomb my figure by social disease

I'm not your billboard lie