The Day Society Dies.

Caked on makeup, with eyeliner jet black,
she won't leave the house if it's makeup she lacks.

Shirts so tight you can see her every curve, 
she doesn't think she can't get a guy's attention with just her words.

Shorts so short her underwear shows,
and hair died so many times it will no longer grow.

Fake smiles through the day and tears through the night,
and all she is striving for is a perfect life.

No real friends to call her own,
the ones she had she rudely disowned.

Not cool enough,

Pretty enough,

Popular enough,

for her.

She left them with just a few words.

Now the 'friends' she has just stab her back, 
they wait for her to turn around so they can attack.

She binges and eats less and less,
just to watch the numbers go down at her request.

One day she'll break down with her loud cries,
That will be the day society dies.