The Emperor's Old Clothes
I pretend I do not care
for pretty perfect things
I hide my tears behind my smile
where you will never see
the pain I feel at poverty
that leaves me standing bare
with nothing but my pride
to cover my vulnerability
I pretend I do not care
I do not own a dress
a jewel, a high heel shoe
no makeup on my face
this is what I prefer
yet, yet, there I stand
nose to glass
compelled to stare
at all the beauty within
forever out of reach
so I pretend I do not care
for what I wear
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