True Beauty

Behind the glitz and the glam,

Is just a face.

That is something,

You cannot erase.


Covered by things,

That are not you.

Once they are removed

You are true.


I am perfect,

With or without.

These things are nothing,

No doubt.


You may say that,

My mirror will break.

However you can never say,

That I am fake.

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