Lipgloss stains my painted face
Tainted pages from within an abyss
I almost believed the lies they built,
but henceforth, I still felt guilt.
Razorblades hide in disguise
With glittering popsicles,
And rhinestone lies.
My heart shatters as I try
To grasp what I've created.
I almost felt a bittersweet emotion
Like a second-hand notion.
I regretted feeling any pain
I felt as if I was disgraced.
Lost in the chaos of this beauty parade,
A prisoner of standards, in a masquerade.
The things we could have been or may never be
I wonder, is it you or is it me?
Asking myself, the same question
Will I ever free myself,
From this pink tinted nightmare?
-Willow K.
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