𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉

society's poison

starved bodies, ethereal faces

yet aching with the beauty standards

we try and fail to reach

fatigue kept my shallow body tumbling

my brittle sanity ever so fading

my mask of perfection slipping

willingly choosing poison over what is real

had it always been like this? 

did we choose to reek the faded scent of old perfumes

did we choose to carve the holes in our soul

we fill with the lying image of perfection

did we sacrifice our already beautiful bodies

for society's toxin