Models.
I've seen them all over, over the years
The tv screens and people on DeviantArt
Something I've found
Something... awakened to.
And yet, it's impossible
An impossible standard.

So many people see models
So many want impossible standards
And I scoff at thee, I scoff at thee
Yet I am one of them, too

My models are different
My models aren't thin
Thinner than miss who killed roger rabbit
They could be snapped
My models can't

Models.
Some people watch them on a screen.
Watch the real life people have their ribs
Erased
It's as painful as mine
I hate to see such impossible standards

I'm such a hypocrite
I put on the same suffocating corset
To those I love,
To those I adore,
And they suffocate
They choke and can't breathe
It's too hot in here
I know what hellfire tastes like.

Watch me attach to the dumbest things
I didn't get what I wanted
Models.
I found another.
Like another fresh pack of cigarettes
I smoke another when the fresh air I'm given isn't what I want
I want something impossible,
I want something suffocating.

I didn't mean to suffocate you.
Second hand smoke is lethal.