An Ode to the Facebook Barbie

You are beautifully plastic. An imitation of real beauty. You are the swagger jacker of an inanimate object that imitates you. So ultimately, you look up to something that looks up to you. You strip yourself of the only thing you really have exclusively to yourself in this world, and that is your uniqueness and originality. And that honestly sickens me. Most of you have the audacity to say that you are the realest person out here, but if you're so real, why do you choose to imitate something as fake as barbie? Real recognizes real, and real recognizes fake. I think you need to change the prescription on your reality glasses and get a clear picture of yourself because you're not looking too familiar to me. All I see is a knockoff version of beautiful uniqueness. You take what you see every other fake person doing and incorporate it into your own fake swag. You pose in pictures like everyone else, you write like everyone else does, you walk and talk like everyone else does, you buy what everyone else buys and for what? To be the perfect knockoff. Lol you look up to an inanimate object and tell everyone else that they are fake. And the funny, sad, and ironic thing about all of this is that you are ok with all of this. Even when you read this, you wont care about it because you wont understand it, because fake doesn't recognize real. So im not going to waste another thought on you knockoffs, because it is a waste of my time. Goodbye.

Amative Minded