Hour-glass figure, high heels emphasizing curves while sunglasses cover up her true beauty
Eyes that have been clawed by the talons of pain
Restraining herself from exposing too much of her smile when she's forever caged in by a picture frame
The cold world striking violent winds against her but she continues on hoping to be seen as just another copy
Fearing originality for it's then that society will never treat her the same
And then beauty will be stripped away, exposure will bring her closer to change and this variation of pigments will turn to another face,
just another beautiful face
in a sea full of ugly souls that take pride in destroying girls true beauty
Magazine covers imprinted with this figure shaped by the industry to something appealing to the bigger picture
Even if her beauty was only seen by some

Make-up masks
that turn her soul black
insecure her posture bends
while all she ever hears are compliments
it will never cover up the tension
not feeling beautiful, she turns dull
on the path to prescription pills
her sorrow builds
And she finally becomes just another piece of crumbled up paper
In the trash can of society's basement