Agony of Society When I wake up every morning, Part of my routine is to put on my makeup For me to be confident until evening; To have a shield, so I can still stand up And fit in a society that is messed up. Every time I try to have a life, I go out But everyone’s eyes are almost popping out Staring at me like a magazine, looking for something to talk about. I wonder why. Is it because of how my face turned out? Or is it because of how my body builds up? Craving for beauty, so they can like me; Will do anything, even if it causes an arm and a leg Just to have a face that is as beautiful as the sea And be loved like a precious tree. If I’ll be pretty, would someone love me?
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