The Blinded Angel

She looks at mirror with tired eyes
She's not pleased, she sees everything she despise
She breaks the mirror for it's true nature
Yet cracks show her a dozen times—like curses written on paper

All she thinks is the way she looks,
And all the makeup she cannot afford.
She's a professional at many, yet thirst for "beauty" blinded her to them.
Although she never believed beauty is a fluid thing.

Beauty comes from within your heart,
not the outsiders that usually catch the eye
One day she'll know that she's blessed,
An angel among the rest.