Beauty hurts
It hurts so bad
When the days you look pretty
Are the best you’ve had
You revolve around others
Their thoughts matter to you
The eyeliner is only
A thorn that pricks you
Like a princess who waits
In a tower for her prince
You wait for their thoughts
As if they already knew.
But you wanna be happy
You wanna look right
Your fancy dresses
Flow like a kite
But compared to your brain
Your teeth are bright
Beauty hurts
And it always will...
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