Pain and Fashion

You can wear your pain like fashion

Feed it as it feeds you without complaint

I've disappeared in these richly tailored costumes

It's surprising that the world only sees a finesse

A mastery of sophistication, poise and charm!

I've worn my pain and my red rouge to perfection

like a man wears his promiscuity with satisfaction

Vogue reserves a page or two, for my brokenness

is en vogue, a fire to inspire a dismal world

with a little more despair. They've worn me out,

every day. Young girls scour the web for my woes

their hungry fingers pierce keyboards

until screens surrender my latest images

bear witness how their gazes sharpen as I ride by

they gape open mouthed, before rushing headlong

cameras unleash a firestorm of blinding flashes

you can wear your pain in fashion,

the world wills it, craves for it; I'm afraid!