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Painted Face
I’m sitting at the table
Trying my hardest
At least they can’t see me
Cause I’m an artist
Painting my face
It’s regardless
Of if they like me
Cause seeing myself is the hardest
I can’t breathe
Because today, the truth found me
That I’m alone
They think they can see
But I know what they see isn’t true
These blind people are spinning around me
How shallow they are
Is astounding
With every breath
Their judgment is pounding
When I see them, I think about how
They left me out cause they didn’t like me
I go away
I can find others
Oh wait, I can’t
Nobody else is a loner
Even if they were, it wouldn’t matter
Because none of us would get together
They always say
I’m mature for my age
That very thought
Fills me with rage
Tearing off my mask
Now they can see me
It’s not much
But it’s the real me
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This piece was an assignment from my creative writing class that I thought turned out very well. Its title isn't final