Painted faces are everywhere, they pass by everyday.
Why isn't we don't know, aren't aware?
Because that's how they hide the fear, that's how they hide the pain.
They paint it with a paint that's clear, in hopes to hide the stains.
Like makeup on a super model, they lather on the lies,
Strutting a catwalk like queens and kings, that leads to their demise.
But we don't have the right to judge them, these super models of today,
Because this paint, can we honestly say we haven't used some? Can we say we're not the same?
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The Only Exception...
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. They are about love. They are about life. They are passion, Motivation. They are words for the soul.
