makeup covers her plain face
she’s nothing but a disgrace
not an angel fallen from grace
she’s just here to take up space
cosmetics, masks, anything will do
cover her face, cover the truth
such a pitifully self-imaged youth
there are no words for her heart to sooth
dye her hair every other day
thinking that maybe her soul she can save
wants to give up, in fact she just may
there’s nothing you can do or say
beauty is artificial, choke on her deceit
nothing more sickening could you ever meet
she’s failing, this agony she’s dying to beat
she tries but it’s worthless and her pain she does keep
vanity bleeds, hearts are crushed
in this game that we call lust
beauty kills, and pain it must
as your cosmetic world crumbles to dust
( Let me remind you: stealing is a crime. Let’s save us both the hassel and yourself the humiliation, don’t steal. I take pride in the crappiest of my writings. )