the model

She struts down the unending runway,

As her soul is slowly fled astray.

Her personality begins to fade,

As she puts on her smile of the day.

She is admired and looked upon;

Every man and woman’s eyes are to her drawn.

Envy of her is always the case,

Everyone wishes for her beautiful face.

Yet even though she is the fairest of them all ,

Beauty is never in her mind at all.

She looks in the mirror and sees only her flaws,

Dreaming one day, all she could hear is applause.

Voices inside her head whisper

Every self doubt that makes her confidence quiver.

She ignores the clawing of hunger,

And tells herself she can go longer.

Her mascara drips down her face,

As her feelings shatter like a fragile vase.

Her beauty drips, as she longs for perfection,

Yet, all she needs is the people's affection.

She compares herself to all the girls,

As her self esteem downwards twirls.

She tells me she loves her profession,

Yet all I have seen is her beauty obsession.

I see scars on the outside and in,

But she tries to cover them with her own spin.

She never sees the beauty that lies beneath,

That slowly turns into her own self defeat.

Living up to the beauty standards was an unending task,

So she hides herself away and puts on her mask.