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Unreal

False, is the smoothness of your face,
That brushes and creams,
Help you portray;
Disguised, is the uniqueness,
The character, of your face

The confidence is temporary,
The attraction fleeting,
The power is a possibility,
The addiction is permanent

To be more confident,
Various others  may use it
To be more beautiful,
In their own eyes


To further yourself, 
In the eyes of another
To portray yourself as you aren't,
Is still acceptable if it was,
Not what was intended

To further yourself permanently,
Without accepting your reality,
Is to make yourself unreal
For all eternity.

-Poem Fanatic
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  1. Lisa MandinaApril 27, 2017 at 9:02 PM

    So good! I like this one a lot. Makes me feel better about not wearing makeup all the time.

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    1. Vedika @ Poems and PoetsMay 2, 2017 at 6:49 PM

      Thanks Lisa, that was my intention- to remind us of who we really are.

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  2. UnknownMay 3, 2017 at 12:10 AM

    oh as usual a great poem!
    To further yourself permanently,
    Without accepting your reality,
    Is to make yourself unreal
    For all eternity.
    SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

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