Dressing Up


False is the colour of my hair, my eyelashes too.

I paint my face and dress myself to try to impress you.

If you saw me in the morning with hair standing high.

You really wouldn’t see me, you’d see I am a lie.

I dress to make me slimmer, it doesn’t really work.

The clothes they hang the wrong way, particularly my skirt.

But I’m honest in all other ways, like what I say and do.

Please believe me when I say, I know that I love you.

Falsness, doesn’t become me, I know that it’s not right.

It troubles me, that you can’t see the beauty out of sight.

Inside I am just truthful, I stand firm with honesty.

But I’ll have to keep on dressing up until you really see me.

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