Beauty Queen

Beauty’s only skin deep.
Or so my agent tells me—
As she shovels another pack of pills
Down my throat.
 
The industry’s a lie.
The whole world’s in ruins.
They’ll take you for all you’ve got
Then ask you for some more.
 
Don’t let them see you cry
They’ll hone in on that weakness.
Hold your head up high
Pretend you’re above them all.
 
Then when you’re home alone
Wishing they’d let you be—
You call me on your expensive phone.
I’ll bring the pills to set you free.