Thank You to the Media

With it, always, never without it.
So ready to hide any imperfection
IMPERFECTION
that would sway their eyes.

THEIR eyes, always with their eyes.
She wanted them so bad.
They burnt her but she was addicted
she could only see herself in the reflection of their eyes.

No one knew she stood in the mirror
attempting to find the love in their eyes for herself.
The love that her eyes lacked.

Her eyes, they were her weapon
dress them up, and make them want them.
Her mission was to make their eyes want her
teasing, tempting, seducing, never keeping their promises.
She had lying eyes.

My weapon, my beauty, the lack, the abundace it's odd and intruiging. My weapon, myself, myself, sell my stares, myself, I'm empty, confused. Ready to wipe away imperfections.

And my make up, it holds the magic.