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

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

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

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

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