Pretty Masks

Pastel masks of perfection

designed to improve

our disturbing reflection.


Made too thick to look past,

it's such a necessity for some

the marks will last.


It morphs into our skin,

becomes a part of us,

makes everything fake within.


It covers the stains of our cries

to become yet another norm.

What a wonderful disguise. 

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