The Caricature's Canvas
The shrill blare of my alarm clock Ripped me from my pleasant slumber. I reluctantly rolled from the Warm comfort of my bed and Began my morning routine. I cautiously traced my eyes with Elegance, Because he likes girls that dance. I glued to my eyelids Propriety, Because he likes decent girls. I shaded my eyelids with Mystery, Because he likes the unexpected. I brushed my cheeks with Innocence, Because he likes younger girls. I pierced in my earlobes Jealousy, Because he likes it when girls are possessive. I painted my sharp nails with Criminality, Because he likes girls that get into trouble. I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with Hate, Because he likes mean girls. I drank in one last glance At my illustration in the mirror, And, with my backpack And a smile of authenticity, Continued out the door.
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