She is beauty
Some say she is wine
Some just pretended 
Some cried that she is mine

She was read
She was written
She was loved 
She was hated
She was hugged
She was pushed
She was admired 
She was rated

She was open book to some
to some she closed
She wore make up for some
to some she had nothing to hold.
All of us know her
but no one knows.

In this vast mirror of life
Reflecting and Correcting
She dresses up her best
Masking all the freckles from the rest

Scarred beauty for life