pretty girl, why do you cry?
i'm not thin, just look at this fat!
she speaks, bones protruding from her skin

pretty boy, why do you cry?
she calls me a liar, when i say she's perfect,
he says, staring into the mirror that causes her hallucinations.

silly children, is there no saviour?
were we all so condemned long ago?

pretty girl, why do you cry?
they can see the bruises, i'm out of concealer.
she stammers, through the blood stains.

pretty boy, why do you cry?
i've hurt her again, why can't this stop?
he utters, glaring at his curled up fists.

so which is it?
our fault, or theirs?

has society finally fallen?
or is it no longer seen by blind eyes?