When she became the prom queen, She was the prettiest thing they’d ever seen. Soft gold curls spill over her back, Bright green eyes, no sign of decay inside. A spotlight shines down enhancing her cream-colored gown. She beams as she accepts the crown.
She kneels down and throws up blood. Her head comes up in a white marble tiled bathroom, Starting to stench. Staring deep into the reflection in her mother’s mirror, Slowly withering away.
Pills spill around the room Sitting by the window She stares into the sun. Waiting for a crimson bouquet, And a plastic tiara
She powders her face, Peachy pink cheeks on pale white skin. She colors her lips and paints on a smile Slips on a dress that flows to the floor.
They call out her name, Lost in a daze she walks out on stage, Stands all alone. And when they crowned me the prom queen I was the ugliest girl I’d ever seen.