Do you really see me?
I am the stereotypical trophy wife
Whose social skills and conversation
Depict a perfect golden life
Do you really know me?
A woman of uncertain years,
With perfected art of salon chic,
And wary eyes that shed no tears
Do you see the empty life?
Now all the chicks have fled the nest
No, you just see the gilded cage
And tell yourself how I've been blessed
Do you see the lonely heart?
Trapped within a golden life
Hiding still the girl within
Before the days of 'trophy wife'