The Disease
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Shes so worried about appearence.
That shes forgotten whats inside.
She spends money on makeup.
And the perfect disguise.
Shes been called ugly and names.
That are compeltly obscene.
So she changed her look.
And became prom queen.
But the girl she was no longer exists.
Made extinct by pressure and mini skirts.
Her self-esteem was chipped away.
Untill nothing was left but hurt.
But what you can you do.
Tell a sugar coated lie?
Can you make her feel beautiful.
When you wear a disguise?
Were all the same.
Concerened with looks.
We go to partys.
And never read a book.
What has happened.
This girl isnt alone.
Theres others who've changed.
And have upgraded their homes.
The Effects
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Were all infected.
By this disease.
An airborne cancer.
That eats self esteem.
The Cure
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So lift the pressure.
Show the beauty inside.
Wipe away the makeup.
Throw away the disguise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem