Painful Beauty Queen

She walks onto the dance floor,
all of shimmery lips, and batting,
mascaraed eyes.
Her manicured hands are flashing,
she's flirting, and showing off her
White Striped teeth with every serene smile.
But behind her silken facade,
she wallows in anguish with every kiss.
She wants to be more
than just the glamor *hore
Up front, she gleams soft innocence,
but inside, the darkness accentuates her faults on silver plates,
adorned with hate.
She wished the knife would save her,
but oops,
Mommy hid her razor blades.
GLAMOR QUEEN.