3She stares with pride at her face
She smacks her lips, lipstick in hand
She bats her mascara coated lashes, dark eyes gleaming
Perfect face, flawless skin
She grins at her reflection
Straight white teeth.
Plump lips curve, a smirk mirroring her
But all is fake, a cover
Pretty nails, prim and cute
Slender fingers curl through her shining blonde hair
Perfect shade of yellow
Beautiful
But all just a cover
Pain, love, horror
Too much of it
Her brown eyes stare into the ones that reflect back
Her confidence she wears falters
Her smirk of arrogance falls
Dirty blonde oily hair, hanging limp and straight
Thick, white rimed glasses
Blemished and scared skin
Raw, chipped finger nails
Chapped, dry lips, pressed in a firm line
Big brown doe eyes
Tear stains run down
Broken soul, lost hope
Dying girl.
The beauty stood in front of the mirror
Her face bowed down
Her fist clenched tight, bringing white to show
Short skirt swishes
High heel boots clad in black clank
And her pale hands impale the thin glass
Crimson blood drips
Her ruby red lips tremble
Her perfectly coated eyes shut tight
Her plucked eyebrows narrow
And her skin wrinkles
She lifts her fist
Her brown eyes open
They gaze over her scarlet hand, watching the hand drop to her side
She looks up
A broken mirror is what she sees
Cracked and shattered
Like her heart
Her memory reels back
Children
Laughing
Mocking
Pointing
Spitting
Hurting.
"What do you think you're doing. Ugly bitch. Nobody wants to see you, nobody likes you." She repeats.
"Just get your face out of here, whore." She growls
"I hate you."