inspired by the lady in red

Worked on this poem for about a week. It reminds me of the Lady In Red, in the stage play For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow Is Not Enuf by Ntozake Shange. It's about every woman, I guess...not any specific woman is better than any other.

You want to be like her
Her eyes like fire
Her face inspired
Her body admired
By every whistling boy and peeved girl
In her pathway
You mimic her figure
And the way she gets in your
Head when you talk unlike most chicks that just
Balk idle ideas of youth and inexperience
She just listens
She just glistens in your eyes
A prize of a life
But inside her cocoon she cries a
Monsoon amount of tears
She has fears that add up to inertia
And quivers at the thought of disertion
Her eyes, her smile just a mirage to a thirsty few
You want to be like her she wants to be like you
Her rich facade lacks real wealth
Nobody knows how to play the cards she's dealt
Not even she at times
Nobody wants to live the life she leads
Not even she at times
What everyone sees just shines and glistens so bright
It distracts from the maniac that attacks her sanity
She looks in the mirror and all she can see is vanity
She looks through her wardrobe of fine threads, yet
Can only see calamity
You see diamonds but all she feels is rough
It's tough being her
In spite of the accolades, attention
Affections and superstitions
Of all the ones who already knew her who never really did
With all the strings of life that never really give
Her beauty washes down the drain
After every lay
And melts off her face
After everyday
She can paint on perfection
But being hollow just doesn't go away