Faking her happiness to avoid confrontation.

Lying to curious faces is a reflex.

In eating-disorder clinics, she’s a dedicated patient.

Her appointment with the morgue is next.

She has low self-esteem.

But her share of compliments overflows.

Saline and plastic prettiness is temporarily her unfilled dream.

Carving knives and sewing needles alter her head to toe.

She craves the beauty, and good looks.

Bone-thin images push her into starvation.

Life-threatening weight loss she must confess,

That she does not care to fall into temptation.

Grasping onto toilet paper to provoke the urge.

Calluses on the knees and blood on the fingertips.

The desperate need for gorgeousness forced her to purge.

Mirrors laugh, while she skins her throat, eagerly licking the acid off her lips.

Sweating off the pounds was too long of a mission,

Too impatient. She had to get rid of the flaws.

With beauty there is no limitation.

The ugliness; she was at fault.

While she flushed away her sanity,

The saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth to her thighs.

Goes under the knife for pure vanity,

Without the intentional beauty, she would die.

Consistent flushes and toilet seat slams.

Lying helplessly on the cold of the concrete.

Knives and needles in the palm of her hands,

The ugliness drips down to her feet.

You see, self-criticism corrupted her.

Her solution was negative.

To her, fake beauty was pure,

And natural beauty was relative.