Back at the mirror again,searching for a face
she never had (and never will)
she forgets the one she lost and is losing still.
she lathers her face and scrubs it sore.
examines and frowns and scrubs some more.
beauty's a bitch,its a jaded chore.
but noone fucks an ugly whore.
a wretched pea in a rotten pod,
she damns her face and curses god
all her life is a vicious test
to face the worst but look her best.
