Look at you with your done up eyes and made up face
The pinnacle of beauty
Tell me, what’s underneath those painted on feelings?
When you stumble into the bathroom, we both know what really goes on.
You aren’t “getting pretty” but rather,
You are destroying yourself my dear.
Repairing yourself from the damage you’ve done.
The ceiling of self loathing crashes down and envelops you as you turn the pages of the latest fashion magazine
The vanity sanctuary will keep you safe.
You’ll drink yourself to happiness and die in your flawless makeup
While thousands will die without it.
Did you have a point?
Your famous last words were forgotten because no one was listening
You’re the miss. Cocaine, the truth shoved up your nose
Blush and smile with your gasoline teeth and forced sympathy
You are the model of perfection.