She died for beauty
The images from the others.
The standards placed inside her head,
To make her yet another.

She died just for them,
To be as pretty as she could seem.
All the beauty surrounding, suffocating,
Her own a faraway dream.

She died trying to be pretty
But she felt she never could be,
As hard as she tried, as much as she could,
She had to face reality.

She died for beauty
Her own completely hidden.
Reality bites back, hard,
And her sadness comes unbidden.

She did not die in vain,
Sympathy comes from the others.
They don't understand what they did to her,
She is just another.