All the makeup, your perfect hair.
The photos of you smiling brightly.
Yours is a damaged soul, twisted and bent.
In the name of love you destroy what is sacred.
Vicious lies drip from your forked tongue.
Does your reflection deceive you?
Does your mirror show decency, and goodness?
Pride and envy; poisons coursing through your veins.
Don’t mistake money for worth, dear.
You think you create beauty, but it’s only skin deep.
An illusion to hide the ugliness within.
The facade will fade and crumble with time,
And you will be left with glitter that was never gold.