mannaquin life

I smoke so many cigarettes to a point where i cant breathe. I wear so much makeup yet i still don't really breakout. I continue to fuck myself over but I end up fine. am i really as fake as i look? hmm you'll never know... Is my yearning for being a mannaquin really come true? Just a lifeless but still emotional being with nothing to do but stand around and wait for the next motherfucker to take me away and restart the whole process? I guess ill never know either... You can't tell and neither can i only way to find out is by putting me around pretty people where i don't stand out and cause a whole scene of why i don't belong. I'm hot shit but you'll probably never be i don't know if thats okay with you but its okay with me because I'm still ME.