Two versions of a poem (Plastic Face & The Swan)

The Plastic Face
 .
I thought
She was all that
She smiled gaily
Making me think
Of what I wasn’t
 .
She danced
A pretty dance
But at the end
She stopped
Tipping backwards
And forwards
 .
The plastic face
Beginning to morph
As it fell
Sliding
Off the stage
 .
Showing her
True face
Frowning beneath
The pimples
Caused
By the sweat
Of her bodily
Emotions
.
All bottled up
Beneath the frieze
Of contorted plastic
 .
The Swan
.
I thought
She was all that
She swam regally
Making me think
Of what I wasn’t
 .
She danced
A pretty dance
White feathers
A shimmering fluff
But at the end
She stopped
Tipping backwards
And forwards
 .
The pretty white
Beginning to flip
Onto a black foot
Twisting and turning
Swirling in the air
 .
It showed her
True shape
An unladylike bird
Whipping up
A fish in her mouth
Hissing
 .
She was
Not the elegant dancer
I wished to be
She was
A Swan
Wild
And not the regal princess
I thought
She seemed
To be


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