Wearing red lipstick, showing a smile…
…hiding my feelings, not trying to frown.

My beautiful dress, but I feel vile…
…bony and skinny, in my couture gown.

A catwalk called Life, I walk it each day…
…people adore me, ignoring my pain.

I blew them a kiss, they threw a bouquet…
…I’m a dead flower, my smile I feign.

They say I’m pretty, red carpets I hate…
…cameras flashing, it’s me that they chase.

Stories being told, friendships not innate…
…I’m dying inside, can’t keep up this pace.

My trepidation, my reality…
…beauty from within, hidden inside me.