She hates her beautiful
Hide with make up
The natural women
Clouded by strangers
 Little blush is bold
Red lips to pucker

She hates 
Arguments
**** it 
The effortless spark of a lighter 
It's like music
A bird's chirp to signal the morning
Talking is just venting
She hates venting
She hates problems
It's doesn't take much
For the scars on her arms to replace
The nicotine taste
When they listen
To her speak
They reach for an item that can't be grasped
Getting set up to fail from day one
Living like Hell in a dream from a conscious state
She hates
Loving too much
Because then they won't love enough
Sigh
They will never get it
what's wrong with the women
Who she really hates when the mirror is an enemy
And everyone shares her reflection