She don't know she's beautiful

she's beautiful and she doesn't know
she wears a mask but through it are cracks
she's looking at her reflection in a broken glass
seeing the broken in her reflect back
Rossy red lips telling lies
...."I'm fine"
lipstick satins on the fourth glass of wine
pretty girl taking pretty pink pills
with her pretty plum pumps
her feet getting numb
she can't stand up
stomach rumbling like a drum
but she won't eat none
she'll have to through it up
size two she has to squeeze herself into
wannabe
cover girl magazine and next top model beauty queen
she's a beautiful tragedy

This poem is about: 
Me

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