Battle of the mirror

So Beautiful as she is, her eyes lie.
The image she veiwed was magnified.
The battle began with whos the fairest of them all
She couldn't win against the deceitful mirror
All that beauty was wasted
for all she did was cause grief and misery
"why have you forsaken me"?, she cried
still she struggled in oomph
pertubing her body image
precision haunts her steps, in the form of her shadow
No surgry or self inflicted pain could stop
the lies of her deceitful eyes
she steals time from life
to cader to her impulses
weakness was a cause of her obsession
life slowly drained itself from her corpse
leaving her lifeless till the end of her battle
she never woke for school one morning
her beauty gone, nothing left but a shriveled corpse
in the end
her pecision brought her to her untimely end
all her beauty lost to something she had to begin with.