Empty Glamour

The red carpet looks extra bloody tonight
She steps out with demons hanging on her lackluster frame.
Bathed in the flashing lights, they wrap around her
Like a designer dress glittering in a fleeting moment of fame.

"Who are you wearing tonight?"
This addiction made it's head-turning entrance,
Accesorized with a thousand pages of psychology articles
To give the outfit a little extra something special
While we mix and match disorders.
Winging it with all the skill of a buffoon
That won't take good advice.

The maladaptive daydreaming creeps back in
As she fades out amongst all the fuss.
The conversation, the crowd, and her own thoughts
Are suddenly much too loud;
They walk through her mind
Banging pots and pans
Just to let her know she's not alone.

Names spoken seem to linger in the air
As poignantly if they were stapled to her skin,
But the red carpet is a sham.
The extravagance blinds all who see.
Everyone is walking this walk
Like living billboards for their designer labels.

At the worlds mercy, they put us into best and worst dressed
With the tag line
"Who wore it best?"
 
The woman who swallows her unfaithful husband and melancholy
With her prescription pills behind closed doors
Is sure to charm with her put together picture.

Across town, there's a woman having her daily round
Of slamming doors, throwing things, and kicking him out,
And all will shake their heads when he comes back every time.

Addiction and daddy issues
Come in a one size fits all
That looks different on everyone.
What are you wearing today?