beautiful girl

Tue, 01/12/2016 - 12:02 -- jezemog

girl in the bathroom paints on her face
covering the spots on her skin 
hoping to be like the others
cover it for the mornings 
but reminded by the night time
knowingly she changes her looks
unknowingly she changes herself
shimmering colors reflect the lights
perfectly pinched pink cheeks
but her mascara-full lashes smear
and the wings of her eyeliner droop
she knows she'll never be like them
how could she love herself
when everything she sees in the mirror
are the things she hates most
cries as she stares at her reflection
she'll never be like the other girls
with genuine beauty and poise 
but the other girls aren't authentic
they paint on their faces 
to hide the real girl underneath


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