donthideyourflaws
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Looking in the mirror I stand and stare at my bare face
Not bothering to hide behind the mask that most girls wear
My fingertips glide over the surface of my face
Behind my mask is a girl who's afraid
This mask is what the bullies made
She can't even tell her best friends
She needs someone to make amends
For the pain she can't help but feel
Bright lights blind her tired eyes
which have only just awoken
from a restless slumber
caked in disdain
The tedious transmutation
is set to begin
The blueprint is embedded in the sculptor’s mind
