Under rosy cheeks

And a bright smile

Is vanity she doesn’t claim

Where her heart should be

Is glass unmoving in her chest

All those who are less than physically

Are scorned by her

Some even completely ignored

Those superficial men and women

Have no heart only eyes for those who make them look better

They seek them out to bully and sneer at them

So beneath their beautiful face

Is selfishness so deep

That their souls can’t be found