The mirror across me seemed to
whisper her denials and complaints
of being hidden
Away from the scarring public
unable to see their worded cries
and truer lies
I refused to listen to her petitions
made more urgent by its screams
my wet sponge
Covered my disfigured past
with paled foundation
Making me glow in
my faked paleness
This time letting the people
paint their colors on me
so I would not be anymore
scarred
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