Puzzle piece box

Every morning 
I look in the mirror 
At who I am
I'm sure to cover every bit 
Until I'm unrecognizable 
Wouldn't want anyone to know
My curls 
My skin 
My curves
Every part that is perceived flawed 
Is brushed away 
And be sure to smile 
So no one knows what you're feeling
And strap up the heels 
So they can't tell how down you really are 
And be sure 
They can't really see 
Your personality 
That doesn't fit 
In to the puzzle pieced box around
The mirage 
The unveiled prize 
And don't look at them too long 
They might see your real eyes


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