She could see beauty within the divinity of self;
when looking in the mirror, her eyes littered with tears.
Kisses of lipstick fantasies, ran along the mirrors side.
Narcissistic namelessly, she was classed a self obsessed,
with her older sisters chastising her,
uttering untruths like, 'boys don't go for that'.
Tears would calmly slide now her pale young cheeks,
running her mascara and messing up the moisturizer's touch;
all she knew was that her sister did not have a clue,
what was going on inside her pained and aching heart.
She made herself believe she could be beautiful,
by purchasing cosmetics and beauty magazines;
if she believed in herself that much she'd never take advice,
from anorexic models and plastic porn film stars.
The glass shattered, as her self image imploded;
her insides shattered, her courage demolished,
yet again a lonely soul in a messed up world.
'What's wrong with a little self loving,'
she cries, as she pulls her damn hair from her cheeks,
'it's not like anyone else will love me.'
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