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She was laughing
Overjoyed
No longer passive
Or slightly annoyed

By the eyes that stared
And the eyes that glared
The body that binged
The expression that cringed

By the mind that was judging
And the smile that sneered
The scars that cackled
And the necklace that seared

The skin that was dry
And couldn't be fixed
The bottle of bleach
That could be easily mixed

The nails that, broken,
Always would scratch
The twisted, twined tongue
Whose agreements had a catch

The bags under her eyes
That nagged her for sleep
The angel on her shoulder
That never struggled to weep

Her hipbones that showed
Her knees that were bruised
Her ribs that protruded
Her masochism amused

Who knew that an innocent girl
Would become so tainted
That her genuine smile
Looked better painted

Well she sighed
And with a ballerinas grace
She punched the mirror
Right in the face