Beauty was behold her but she fell,
Beauty couldn't stop the tears, when she wasn't well.
Beauty scared her right to hell,
Because of those stories she had to tell.
It didn't matter how beautiful she was on the outside,
How she felt on the inside, she couldn't lie.
She just wanted to die.
Her tears were falling, she couldn't help but cry.
The one thing about being beautiful is loneliness.
Because the wrong kind of people enter your mess.
But nobody will actually confess,
Because confessing shows your weak.
That's why you have to watch the words you speak.
Beauty is just a facade that you learn how to show.
The real beauty is in the heart, don't you know.
A smile can be as fake as you want it to be.
If you are being real, that is what everyone will see.
As long as the negativity in you is set free.
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