Did you hear about the woman who fell?
Not for a man, but into the creation of her own hell.
See, she created her reflection to assess and depress
About every little flaw, until she thought less and less.
The burdensome vocation to please the societal mind
Drove this woman to pieces until she's sought to bind
Every piece of her vessel inwards, outwards, until she cries.
But was she weak? To believe opinions disguised as lies?
