Underwear
Under all the makeup,
Under all the masks,
Under all the nip and tucks
Where seamless stitches
Hide the truth of our flaws,
Still, there is something
That doesn't look quite right.
Something is behind our eyes,
Underneath our words and
In our walks as we pass by.
Such plastic reconstructions
Reveal our secret insecurities.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007
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