When I get up in the morning,
After dressing for the day,
I look at the mirror,
and wonder who I shall become today.
To paint my face,
To cover the pox,
To make me seem "pretty"
Is all for naught.
For after finishing,
My daily routine,
I realize,
That all I can be,
Is a doll playing pretend.
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Nice poem, you know it isn't true though right?

