The real her is priceless
but the girl next door is consumed by society's infection
An unhealthy dose of "why aren't I good enough?"
Sicken with questions unjust
she imagines her unnoticed physical after the injections
just to satisfy a man's erection
that only pays attention to the perception
of models of perfection
plastered on magazines, tv screens & billboards
She too just wants them to look towards,
and no longer away
Unfortunately
the girl next door under these symptoms sadly believes
she needs to be able to afford
when true beauty's really something you can't pay for