Pictures snapping, Bright lights. I have to look perfect. The paparazzi look closely. One thing wrong, They tear me open. My hair as hard as rock, My body shiny, My outfit, perfect. Like a doll, I'm unarticulated. I can't yell for help, I'm trapped in this plastic body. If only, If only life was as easy as walking down the stage. It goes on forever, Every step feels like days The spotlight is my only source To see the end. But it keeps me from being myself. I turn, And the paparazzi snap again.