Good Ol' Society

From her hair to her nails, her skin to her pride.

She wears the smile as a mask, but no one knows she has lied.

The girls in magazines look so good with their diet,

So she smashes her piggy bank willing to try it.

Her hair so shiny, but burnt to the crisp,

But society reminds her, “The boys can’t resist”.

With her face painted with make-up she’s sure she’ll find love.

Even when society pressures her when push comes to shove.

Her designer clothes are worth more than you think.

From Hollister to Armani to Prada and PINK

What we see on the outside she’s pure perfection,

But on the inside she can’t find it in any direction.

As days pass she’s just a part of society’s army,

And her emotions crack like an unexpected tsunami.

She strives for an escape a way of relief

When her sin is discovered its utter disbelief,

She’s left with an addiction with an astonishing twist.

A dependence of writing on her cold scarred wrists,

She opens her drawer to a wide variety.

With who to thank? Just good ol’ society.