Pretty is as pretty does so her reflection is tainted and appears malicious. External love never penetrates her skin because she believes the admiration is fictitious. Her beautiful body feels rough to touch because her thoughts are twisted and torturous. The emotions displayed on her face feel like a facade that she doesn’t trust. Pretty is as pretty does so when she speaks she hears glasses smashing and thunder crashing. She hears other women whose their voices sound like honey because their souls are rich, overflowing with money. Pretty is as pretty does so she dances sensually underneath flourescents hoping that she will embody a refined and glamorous essence. Pretty is as pretty does so she cries in the rain to hide her tears. Pretty is is as pretty does so she never lets the world see her pain or know her fears.