Beauty is the key
Is all I hear my mother say to me
That with it I can get everything I need
And I truely believed it
Beauty was the goal
Its all I ever wanted to achieve
Once I got it I beamed
And I finally got what I wanted
People were falling to there knees
Guys and girls would finally talk to me
But all this came at a cost
And somehow I lost
My best friend, Susie
Who was average and not sub-par
The sweet look I would get in the halls
The gentle push I would get against a wall
The job I wished for when I was little
My eight year old self who wasn't always this bitter
Whose dreams are now with the stars
The stars that don't answer unimportant calls
Because of a call more important than that one
To have what they wanted the most
Beauty
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