Diane

I can not believe her, As there alone she sits Eyes scrutinizing everyone Moisture on her lips Her face as hard as iron Beneath the caked on artifice She need rely on no one She is no longer nice Her very core is blackened Her eyes, they will not see The despair that she portrays As she shuns her purity A commodity, not a woman It what she has become Her only aim survival A foil for someone's fun She's just a vacant vessel To be used again and again If lucky with affection Sometimes with numbing pain Oh, if only someone had loved her If only someone had cared Oh poor ravaged face once beautiful How badly you have fared