Socialite Beauty

short poem/possible chorus to song. I wanted to convey how many women these days and even way back when are vain about their beauty and body. I don't really know how to explain it.

You eat your pretty pills

And sleep with a dose of acid

you bought last night.

You sleep with your bangs curled and neat

And wake to the absence of light.

You pop a pill and look in the mirror,

You’re pretty again.

You look through a glass of arsenic

And think of nothing better.

Reviews

[John]

I think this describes vanity quite well, but I'm a little confused about your emotions towards it. "pretty pills" sounds like taking the easy way to being beautiful i.e. surgeries and such, but the last two lines are deliciously cryptic.
I enjoyed this very much.