With dark makeup and acne,
She's nothing to behold.
Yet you treat her like a Princess,
Like she's nothing but gold.
With her porcelain colored skin,
You treat her true and fair.
For the Prince is the only one,
Who will truly care.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
