I know of a girl.
Who wears many faces.
They are all beautiful.
But they are not her's.
She is a thief.
She takes other people's appearances.
Like their her's to take.
She seems happy.
She seems okay.
On the outside.
But on the inside she is afraid.
She is afraid of what people think.
She is afraid of what they would assume about her.
By her face.
I don't understand why.
She is beautiful.
She has never showed me her real identity.
But I know.
she is beautiful.
Inside and out.
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The Girl with the Pretty Faces.
PoetryA short poem inspired by one of my best friends. :P
