There was a barrier between the both of us.
There was a girl in the mirror staring back at me.
There she was standing tall and mighty.
There was a hint of glimmer in her smile.

The girl who stood there had hollow eyes,
The girl had curves and stretch marks around her thighs.
The girl who everyone thought to be a timeless beauty,
The girl had wanted to rot away for quite some time.

Beauty was what she was known for.
Beauty was what she was seen to be.
Beauty was what made her transcendent.
Beauty was what killed her.