Plastic Is the New Frontier

I always told myself
To never listen to anyone
But my own heart.
As the years drag on,
It gets harder for me to listen
With the beating hearts of others around me,
I can barely make out my own.
They tell me what to do,
When and why and how
They tell me to conform
To be like everyone else.
Plastic is the new frontier
No one’s face is their own anymore;
Your identity is lost
You don’t belong to yourself anymore;
You belong to Gucci and American Express
I don’t want to be like that, I told them
They laughed at me
Everyone wants to fit in, they tell me.
Buy this, wear that- you’ll be perfect
Like the rest of us
A perfect copy straight out of Vogue
I’m not made of plastic
My name isn’t Barbie
Then why can’t I break out of this Plastic hell?