skin deep

she looks into the mirror; and her soul crumbles inside
wiping the tears falling from her eyes she tries to smile
but her lips won't move.She remembered what he said to her,
those full lips wording her name, telling her that she was beautiful

Then she remembers the other girl--red-lipped, green-eyed, gold hair
Smashing a fist into her own reflection she watches it shatter
like my soul, it shatters into a thousand glittering pieces
a trickle of blood slowly runs down her arm and she frowns.

she didn't feel so beautiful anymore.

1 comment:

  1. RE: Haha, I get plenty of rest already. Like I said, I'm always lax, so I don't really stay up late for requirements unless I want to, and I take a break when I feel like it.


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