Pretty Hurts(?)

Nail Polish lipstick and Blush
Can only cover your outer scars up
It cannot hide what's really inside
Nor can it show how you've grown
Into
A woman whose insecure and alone
Cutting off the circulation
Giving in to your own depreciation
Your thick eyelashes
Are just a fake
Bigger than your plumped up lips
Lesser than your new fat hips
The killer is you
But so is the killed
Maybe next time you wouldn't take the pill
Curl your hair
Or wear skin tight jeans
It's the brains and not the hairless white pale legs
That matters to makers of the green paper
So be completely honest
With yourself and you'll see
That
You don't need a concealer
What you really need is a healer