I am a Mask

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I'm as fake as my eyelashes.

The current of cosmetics I hide behind

isn't me. 

 

In truth, I've always wanted to be pretty.

I've spent money, time, tears, trying

to perfect the way I look. My hair isn't

this color, my eyelashes aren't this long and

dark, my cheeks don't glow, and neither

do I.

 

Though I appreciate the compliemts of others,

no one knows the truth about what I look like.

I am below average and I am okay with that.

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