Her Ugly Lies

Believing the Lie

"You're beautiful"

What a lie that is

Yet she'd smile

And accept.


"You're original"

Screams from inside of her

Yet she'd laugh

And accept.


She had no other choice

No one knew

That her mask concealed

Her imperfection.


For she was far

From beauty


From originality


The puzzle of lies

Blanketed her

From the cold hard truth

Of her identity.

The End

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