It's preety crazy how one brush of make up, can change the way people see you
How a curl in your hair, could make someone think you have the perfect life
How a smile could make other's imagine that everything is ok.......
But what about when the makeup is washed away? ? ?
When the curls in your hair die down? ? ?
When that smile turns into a frown? ?
What about the real you, that you've tried so hard for no one to see
The broken hearted girl that was hiding underneath? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem