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Painted Doll
I stare at myself as I look
look into that blasted glass
and saw myself as I shook
and realized that I was an ass
I let myself become painted by
society, let my tears fall blue
and although I tears I cry,
they were painted by you.
Yet I layer on my mask
layers and layers of crushed rock
talc, as I reassume my task
and brush a fashionably curled lock
of hair.
Taught by others to cover my face
and taught that you had to hide
as you, in their footsteps, traced
and only found a hole in which I cried,
hating my inner self because it
didn't reflect my outer shell
thinking as I put on this shit
that it would all turn out well,
that you'd care.
So I'm a painted doll with a painted face
going on and on about how society is wrong
and how the pain within it is laced
and that your true self should be strong,
yet I'm a painted doll,
watch me shatter as I fall..
