perfect mask

Sarah Durham, Staff Writer

her shirt was like her armor,
her makeup was her mask,
they protected her just like they could,
and hey, that was that.
outside such a perfect girl,
but inside she was crumbling down,
sadness and numbness crushing her up,
until she was just a pile of dust.
her perfect mask appeared intact, however,
it soon would start to crack,
revealing the messed up girl she was inside.
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