She glances in the mirror
A reflection stares back, her reflection
It shows her dedication,
She only sees it's horror
The dripping mascara elegantly placed on skin
The most perfect thing you'd ever seen
The cherry red lips shining with sin
Even when the lights are dim
All this artificial beauty, and for what
To be told she's good enough based on her skin
When he carved into that very same skin
Feeling content, delivered for a single moment time
She looks at the reflection of bleeding mascara and beauty that will rot
But this is all she's got
The artificial gratification
We have built this broken generation
And we feed into it
Watched it grow
In front of it we bow
I hate it and I fake it
Waiting for the moment we can remake it
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
