Mannequin

This poem was featured in Open Mic night at the First Annual Stories.com Convention

You stare at me with your different-colored eyes
And your clothes are ever-changing, while mine
change only with the season
How I wish I could have your figure
Wide, tall, short, round, thin
Anything but this drab shape
And at least you can change your hairstyle
What’s that you say?
You wish you could look like me?
Please don’t make such a foolish request