My beauty
I’m staring into my big, big closet
Preparing to become the me I never met.
I'm unable to appear as who I want to be,
Am not allowed, to show the real me.
I pick a dress and I try it on,
A second later the dress is gone.
I pick a new one and try it too,
Seconds later, away it flew.
I walk to the mirror, looking at my face.
The beauty in it, I always chase.
But I can only see another mistake...
Drained in make-up, I’m just another fake.
Cover up everything, must be hidden.
Showing the real me, is forbidden.
I pick up my brush, try sorting out my hair,
How messy and tangled it is, is only fair...
Since it’s not actually mine.
No, it's just another fake sign.
I look at my body, which once was real,
Now it’s a fake, and it doesn’t appeal.
Changing my outsides, didn't fix me.
It just killed the girl that I used to be.
It’s so absurd, can’t take this much longer,
I’m getting weaker, by what should make me stronger.
What once was my beauty,
Is now my lie.
What I thought was my duty,
Was just a selfish try;
To fix something that wasn’t broken
It broke what was from the beginning whole
My Beauty was before unspoken
But now the change has taken my soul
I'm exposed.

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