All Dolled Up
Every morning she comes down the stairs
all dolled up
With her eyeshadow and lipgloss
her blush and mascara
Her fancy shoes and painted nails
An air of elegance hangs there too
The only thing she doesn't wear
is a smile
Because
hiding is tiring
She's fighting to be free
Free of this cage
that they call society
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