Puppet

She stands there looking pretty
With her chucks and skinny jeans.
She listens to emo music
But has no clue what it means.
She'll never know the suffering,
To the music she is blind.
Her friends and perfect life
Fill her pretty little mind.
She hides behind mascara,
Eyeliner, a mask of woe.
Miniscule cuts, cigarette butts.
This puppet has got to go.