Picture perfect powdered palace,
it’s the only place to be.
Hide behind a veil of sadness;
eyelash curlers enlighten every mood.
“They look at me”. Ah,
how nice is it to be someone else.
Her fear of being nayed
is comforted by this forgery.
Beauty is never the aim
“But you know, I can’t complain”.
When she holds that brush
And paints her picture
Happiness is her only gain.
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