Kepp your head high like a model, darling <br />Muster the confidence to strut down the catwalk <br />You're in the running towards becoming <br />America's Next Top Model <br />If you have fear keep it under that silly dress, <br />wrapped tight like a corset, darling <br />We all want what we cannot have <br />Any emotion must not surface, <br />Skin smooth and clear like a mannequin <br />Eye balls that jut out as if to say <br />'Who are you to pencil me in? ' <br />I'm still in the running towards becoming <br />America's Next Top Model <br />I own heels that make me taller than the sun <br />If I fall I'll gain back my composure, <br />but only because that's what us models do <br />The paparazi must never know my weakness <br />But what's a darling to do when she's down? <br />'Congratulations, you're still in the running towards becoming <br />America's Next Top Model'<br /><br />Faith Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-was-america-s-next-top-model/
