The girl contemplates the mirror,
Or rather
She sees what she chooses to know.
Green grass and hayfield eyes
A nose spattered with freckles
A mouth
There is no light to her life.
She contemplates her shadows.
On goes foundation,
Gone goes her youth.
Brush on blush, eyeshadow, liner, mascara
Where did her innocence go?
Her pungent red lips bear a smile.
The girl's glittered eyes sparkle,
But doesn't she know
After the partying is through
As the makeup washes off
There the sadness will remain?
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