There she is
with her glorious skin
her figure is perfect
tall and thin
She seems to stand tall
above all the rest
She seems to have it all
yet there is secret distress
Every single night
she sheds many tears
hoping to avoid
the things she fears
She is falling apart
she cant bear the burden
of being the Beauty
so sure and so certain
but certain she is not
she cant stand herself
so she keeps a blade
hidden under her shelf
She cuts to bring freedom
from her popular duty
but she hides this under
the persona of a beauty