My face is distorted like a rejected canvas
Forgotten where I threw my mask, so reckless
The soul of this lifeless body still roaming somewhere
My fingers toss and turn strands of a damaged hair
Carelessly chosen clothes considered decent for society
Drain all emotions that stained my face out of sympathy
Line a smile with a cheap lipstick for the sake of a show
They lied when they said ‘Be Yourself’ I know

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Published by Rawiya Al-Amri