Veneer

She went unnoticed when he walked by,
No matter what she did to make him look.
Many nights she would lie awake wondering,
Why can't he see me? Why?

 

She wore more makeup and dyed her hair,
Changing her appearance just for him.
But even with her tighter and skimpier clothes,
He couldn't be bothered to care.

 

Silently, another person watched her change,
Going from beautiful to someone he couldn't recognize.
He hated what she was doing to herself,
Taking away her true self and displaying a fabricated one in exchange.

 

This isn't who you are, he thought,
Observing her horrible transformation.
Your desperate cry for attention is a lie,
It doesn't make you 'cool' or 'hot'.

 

He approached her one day,
Bravely coming out of the woodwork.
"I used to admire you," he told her,
"Until you began behaving this way."

 

So she went home that night,
Pondering the gentle yet contemptuous words.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror,
Then broke down, crying, "My God, he's right!"

Reviews

[TLK]

To be fair, his initial admiration was not worth much. A girl can't subsist on being attractive alone, especially when no-one explains to her that she is attractive.

In my eyes, the problem here is that men are unable to make pleasant comments about women being admirable without 1) actually coming across like a pig or 2) worrying about it happening.