Perfect, straight hair dark as ever
Fabricated smiles, pearly forever
Beauty like Gatsby's Daisy under the sunset
Eternally grinning with life, so perfect in your mindset

Graceful mask, made from fine gold
The most elegant way your story can be told
Loneliness eradicated by the tug of a rope
A fake presence, one to give false hope

Superficial heart pumping to seem so kind
Your actions serve to turn the angels blind
Perfect, straight hair real as never
Fabricated smiles, bleached however

For a face to resemble to one so charming
Then unravel something much more harming
For your sorry forgiveness you should not ask
As to pretend that the Devil pities your mask