At firs I see a TV pointing at someone or something, when a metallic box with gadgets sticking out of it appears. The gadgets start moving and a robotic doll apears in a jack in the box motion. The doll looks pale and sad and has no emotion or soul. She turns to look at the television and sees herself, a different self with makeup. She is interested and wants to be like that so she pulls out her own make up, while putting on she is hesitant because she doesn’t know if it’s right or wrong but she wants to be like that. When she has finished she smile and is happy, but the TV goes farther and she expands more to be closer to it. She she’s herself with more color and beauty to her more emotion and could in her television self. This time she is not hesitant to put on the make up and does it all at once quickly, but before she could finish the TV goes farther. She tries to follow but it’s out of her reach, she can’t get any closer and stretches herself out to the fullest, she wants to be like the person in the TV. While she spreads her robotic body starts shooting out sparks, breaking and she falls to her end, still thinking if it was worth the change. Was it worth changing till you destroyed yourself, was it worth going past your limit. The camera starts zooming out and it shoes a TV, but this time the television, the television is pointing at us. And symbolized we are the dolls, doing what the television and the media wants us to do and be… someone else

My Poem To Her

Beauty Perfected

As I sat there staring at her Only one thing ran through my mind,

How can someone so beautiful be here with us?

She was perfect, only an angel can compare to her

I didn’t want to stop looking

As I sat there again staring at her That time her hair fell freely down her face

When I saw those beautiful eyes they sparkled like Diamonds

It was like watching stars in the night sky.

Once again I was there sitting And Just when I thought she couldn’t be any more perfect I heard it…Her voice, It was a perfect melody, the sweetest sound I had ever heard

I wish it hadn’t come to an end. Each and every day

I’ve sat there admiring her beauty, Longing to hear that incredible voice,

Wondering…is this a dream or is this real?

Wondering if i Will ever see her tomorrow?

I pray for this to not end. For her beauty is everlasting…

And my feelings are forever hidden from her.

                The greatest poem I ever made, along with the help of my sister of course. i had made this poem when i was a junior in high school and i wrote it to a girl who i thought was the most beautiful one in the world. i knew this girl, talked to her, walked her to class, and even though her beauty was perfection, she was not the one for me. As the school year passed i got to know her better and found out she was the opposite of me. i loved to hear her speak but i hated hearing her words. i never really did understand what was going on through her hard head. Now im in college and i haven't seen her or talked to her since. she is the only girl to whom i wrote a poem to, and the only one to whom i should never of made on to.