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Outside she looks so glorious,
Inside she feels unvictorious.

Hollow and empty is what she has become,
She's turned herself into something she cannot escape from.

The outside is all that matters now,
Since she become what the others did allow.

She works to hold it all together,
And now she has become as light as a feather.

A tiny poster girl with no one to confide in,
Yet on her face is glued a grin.

To loose a couple pounds she would go to any measure,
This is now her new found pleasure.

She's trying so hard to please everyone but her,
And now she is lost in a world so unsure.