The Cost of This Skin

She checks her reflection, the light catches her eyes,

a mask made of beauty, where honesty dies.

Lipstick applied, a carefully crafted façade,

while dreams of her spirit lie beaten and scarred.

A high heel discarded, sparkles now dim,

left by the curb like a promise grown slim.

I ponder the toll, what price must I pay,

for the privilege of fitting in someone else's play?