Her kohl-rimmed eyes, Her light pink pout,
Makes them mesmerized, makes her really stand out.
Her perfect concealer, Her matching earring,
Hides her sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling.
The mirror knows the truth, the before and after,
The things she hides with her well practiced laughter.
You know how they question when you don't look like you,
Just spare her a minute, She can have bad days too,
It's easier to dress up than explain your case,
Make-up does much more than enhancing your face.
She'll be breaking inside, all the while looking so pretty,
They'll never ever know that her life's so tricky,
That it's easier to not talk and to show them all is well,
They might call her a witch who casts her spell.
As 'A thing of beauty is a joy forever',
Ricocheting questions with this, she's really clever,
She takes a break to paint her toes,
And thus she continues to hide her woes.
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