Glossy covers caress every rib as she coats her mind's walls with lies.
Television commercials tell her she's too thin
But this girl, she thinks she's doing fine.
Stereotypes scream back through the mirror
Her hollowed eyes aren't screaming for help.
No no, not yet.
She's three fingers down in your bile and not beautiful yet.
This girl is of your making, society... fuck you.
Handful after handful of diet enhancers chase down the emptiness
Are you happy that she's buying in, are you content with your profits?
She's nothing more than a walking memory.
That's all she is.
Hipbones and magazines
Hunger pains and memories
Lost in her reflection
Who is there when no one cares?
Ten years ago, this was nothing
Calories and measurements
What the fuck happened here
Society and perfection
Society and perfection |
Submission Name: Glamour is Disgusting
