Fake Reality
You see those girls, always,
wearing bright colors all over
and they have too much
nonsense to chatter on about.
The ready, pre-made smiles,
and perfection shines from them.
They have "so much" to offer.
They are the cover of society,
and everyone loves them dearly.
I'm the girl with the scars.
The girl who can't always smile,
who sometimes can't be nice,
and doesn't like wearing makeup.
I have problems, and can't always
paint over them with happiness.
Which of us is more real?
Someday your silly dreams
will vanish without a trace.
and you'll face reality.
One day, I will face it too.
Or perhaps I already have?
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