Masks
Everyday she carried Masks that were a little varied... Sometimes the layers of makeup Clothes with a little fake-up... And Sometimes a smile... That hid what she felt at that while... The perfectly curled up hair... Not much fixing up her fear.... Oh how kohl could perfectly line The eyes that had lost their shine... Walking on those pointy heels Can she choose what she feels!! For the world needed her to be fixed... So that with her clones she could be mixed... The mask made her pretty they told... Never did she knew ,the scars were too alluring to behold...