This mask I wear
Sculpted to perfection
By trembling fingers
Of man's hypocrisy
Painted by Da Vinci
A static color scheme
Of crazy, desperate
And scared
A doll designed
To walk the runway
With the highest of heels
For the illusion of pride
To cover imperfections
"Why?"
They are weakness
And therefore I comply
I put on my mask
To cover up the wrongs
Of my true self
That I've never known
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A doll designed to play pretend. Pretend you don't see it. Your flaws, and weakness.
The imperfections.
"But what doesn't make you perfect, makes you you."
This poem is a story of a girl who puts on a mask. Simply because she was taught that imperfections were mistakes, and no one would want to be a mistake. But she's been behind this porcelain mask for too long. Now it's just a habit. To pretend that everything is good, to pretend you are perfect, although your flaws make you unique. She's been pretending for so long, that she no longer knows what it is to be true. She's never seen herself in a mirror, just her mask that has been stitched to the very fabric of her being.
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