Her Own Identity

by Ashamed   Nov 25, 2004


She comes to work
Wearing makeup and a skirt,
To impress all the boys
And experience the joys.

Without makeup she’s empty
No feelings or beauty
She simply can not be
Incredibly ugly.

She wouldn’t be pretty
She believes she’d be pitied
So she needs the looks
Like a princess from a book.

The makeup she wears
It shines and it glares
But really it hides
All the lies, all the lies.

Without it she’s empty
She really can’t see
That she actually has
Her own identity

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