Whispers

Just a bird in the hand they whisper
Sipping their Pimms and their gins
By the lake of still waters
With me in their sights
They hope to send me packing

I have made my face like that surface
A glass full of smiles, a mirror
Reflecting back received mores
A mask, plastic, botoxed and plumped
Fluffed up, primped, plucked

A preening puppet they think
Let them drink and sink their envy
There are plenty more fish in the sea
For girls like me
Who know how to play the game