Unreal

Not the slathering of false primer
Shades of charcoal
You are not real
Unconcealed abhorrent monster

This plagiarism, disqualified
Yet pronounced, paraded, and praised
You are not real
Running rampant, unfettered glee

Challenge, sure
You’re not real & therefore cannot compete
In fair company
Mirror shattered the illusion
Picking up pieces to reflect upon

No,

you are cracked smiles and colorful
ignorance
You are not real
A bitter ember smoldering
cannot be real

Perhaps, once segmented and separated
We could converse
All part and parcel
About the triumph over your own
(And the rest)


Till then, forget standards  
Beauty being skin deep
& all that jazz