Perfectly Imperfect
She exudes confidence
but her insides are lying
being a pretty face
makes them never question
what's inside.
Such a beauty yet she's
dying inside. She
can't cry because photographer's
are snapping away and her
mascara might run down
her gorgeous face.
All the glitz and the glamour
while her soul is locked
in the slammer. Red lip stick
painted on her pretty pouting lips.
A photo so good you would never
guess how distant her mind was.
One night as she looked out her
expensive loft apartment at the stars.
She felt a strange feeling like suddenly
she was from mars and this life she
was living wasn't for her.
Perfection wasn't something
she could easily portray.
So she jumped to her death
in search of another way.
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