Pretty Masks
Pastel masks of perfection
designed to improve
our disturbing reflection.
Made too thick to look past,
it's such a necessity for some
the marks will last.
It morphs into our skin,
becomes a part of us,
makes everything fake within.
It covers the stains of our cries
to become yet another norm.
What a wonderful disguise.
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