"Good Looks" at myself

I used to think if I went on a beauty binge

I could makeup my mistakes

That were blamelessly flawed

I could split my ends

Of my external sins

Pretend I was on the outside lookin’ in

What I saw beauty to be

The more I thought the more fragrance I bought

To cover up the stench of self-hate I wrought

So I sat down to listen

To what my soul was missin’

And nearly broke my neck

From the puddles of tears that had formed, I was a wreck

The more I tried to beautify

The uglier I became inside

Superficial

It was official I was superfluous

It made me wanna cus

My intellect left naked

Unclothed unprotected

The one true asset I totally neglected

To be a strong processed stereotype

Is not what I expected

As a little girl I wanted to make my mark on this world

I wish they had anti-breakage cream

For my moral fiber

Or some cleanser for the soul

Or some energizing body scrub for my character as a whole

A beauty guide without instructions

Is leading to a shallow corruption

If I don’t swim I’m going to sink

In this 5ft 2in hole

That’s collecting pictures in a shoebox

Labeled "my ugly soul"