Fake.

She stood near the window,
her make up,
her thigh length dress,
her spool heels,
so fake,
yesterdays stale make up was still on,
fake blush,
fake sharpened features,
of her natural features what did she make?

Fake scent,
the most expensive cosmetics,
that bright pink lipstick.

That delicate laugh,
the fake smile,
wanted Cleopatra eyes,
did too much,
lost simplicity.

Her face lifts,
not a spot on her body she missed.

Glossy legs,
they were shimmering because of her body glitter,
enhance breasts,
she's obsessed.

Days she spends not eating,
she starves herself,
with mannequins she's competing,
she need help.

Her real self is so far behind,
she was real and more beautiful,
a natural beauty,
but now she's so fake,
she's obsessed,
she needs help,
she's obsessed.

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