Gloss & Venom

You paint your face like armor,

Mirror tells you lies you wanna keep.

Gloss on your lips, venom in your speech,

Still empty when you sleep.

You flex like beauty’s power,

But it’s paper-thin, it flakes away.

All that contour can’t contour

The ugly things you say.

I see through every filter you apply,

Pretty’s not a mask, it’s how you survive.

Maybe you should eat makeup,

Let it sink into your bones,

‘Cause you’re flawless on the surface

But you’re rotten to the core.

Yeah, eat that lipstick, swallow glitter,

Maybe then you’ll finally know—

Being pretty on the outside

Don’t mean shit if it don’t show.

You laugh loud like it’s confidence,

But it cracks when I get close.

Every insult’s just a confession

In designer clothes.

You call it “keeping it honest,”

I call it cheap and mean.

You shine like a warning label

Screaming don’t touch me.

All that beauty going to waste,

If hate’s the only thing you taste.

Maybe you should eat makeup,

Let it color up your soul,

Mascara tears won’t fix

What you never learned to grow.

Yeah, eat that powder, choke on pride,

Since kindness isn’t your thing—

If looks could make you decent,

You’d’ve been a fucking queen.

So keep your shades and vanity,

I’ll keep my peace, my wit.

You’re proof that being beautiful

Ain’t the same as being it.