She cries black tears,
As her make-up smeers.
This golden Goddess that everyone loves except for her.
She just wishes that there was a way to make them deter.
She looks in the mirror and sees someone she's never known,
But when she walks down the street, she sees her clone.
She hides in her room,
Wishing to put on some other costume.
She wishes that she were a different person,
That way nothing could ever worsen.
So she slits her throat, wondering if the rest of the world will soon
follow,
Or if it will be pills that they will swallow.
They follow in the footsteps of their beauty queen.
They knew everything about her, but to herself, she was still unseen.


~Forgive me, I was bored, and drawing a picture and this poem came to
mind....and plus my nails are red, which makes up for everything, haha!
 
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