These Barbie influencers —
perfect plastic gods
with ***** sculpted by scalpels
and smiles so white
they could blind heaven.
Bodies built for the scroll.
Attitudes sharper than jawlines,
serving chaos and temptation
on filtered silver plates —
even Luzifer pauses and goes:
“Whoa… chill.”
But it’s all an act.
A scream wrapped in selfies.
They burn out like fireworks
faking light in already lit rooms.
Wearing so many fake-real-fake masks
they forgot the shape of their own face.
Nose fixed. Lips pumped.
Ears clipped.
Soul?
Untraceable.
And the crowd cheers.
“Freedom!”
While they’re chained
to trends and trauma
in silicone smiles.
Think, world.
Men, women, children with filters in their dreams —
if you stripped the mask,
the edits,
the contour,
the surgeon’s signature…
not even a troll
would want you
for soup.
A raw thought on the obsession with perfection — physical, digital, emotional. If we peeled back all the layers we’ve added to fit in or stand out… would anything truly real remain? Or have we become strangers behind silicone smiles?