Unknown Reality

November 5, 2011
She comes home
Hair tied up
Glasses instead of contacts
Make-up washed away
Tight clothing removed
Sweats pulled on
Heels kicked off
Now unrecognizable
Headphones blaring
Pen scrawling across a journal
Tears slipping down her face
As she tries to hold herself together
She allows her true self to show
For the first time today

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youngspeare said...
Dec. 10, 2011 at 6:20 am
There's so much truth in this poem and that's basically why I like it. Keep posting :) p.s i love what you said in your description- perfection truly is only skin-deep :) 
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