Tear stained cheeks,
Puffy eyes,
She puts on a smile,
But it's just a disguise.

She looked in the mirror,
At her reflection.
What did she see?
Hardly perfection.

Snide remarks were made,
Spiteful things were said.
She couldn't take it any more,
Now she lies there dead.

Short skirts, high heels,
You don't have a clue.
So stop being b i t c h e s,
And start being you.

Tears are cried and tears are wept,
But tears are secrets and secrets are kept.