I was wrapped in silk, painted with red lips, my hair put up to show off my beautiful-ness.
Only I felt like I was covered in filth, that my clothes were torn and ripped, my hair combed using only fingertips.
The first time I played dressup with him.
I was wanted to look a certain way, told the words I was to say, to wear a smile each and everyday.
Only I knew what i looked like, the thoughts in my mind, through it all the silent tears in my eyes.
Dressing me up to hide all the lies
I was wanted to appear with him, to stand at his arm by his side, to allow him to cover the truth inside.
Only I knew how weak I was, I knew him behind closed doors, the fire in his eyes, blue no more.
I don't want to play this dressup game anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem