Clay


I am a girl of clay,
My mirror in front of me,
in front of it I stay.

Everyday I change my face,
to satisfy people's ever changing ways .
Forever I have to chase,
perfection everyday.

My fingers now bleed.
My heart can no longer take.
This is what society things I need .
To be beautiful, I must be fake.

My eyes tear.
The clay continues to mold.
How long will I be able to bear?
How long will my mask hold?

I am not me.
I am who they want me to be.
Forever in front of this mirror I stay.
I am the girl made of clay

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