Week Seven. #16.

She hid herself behind a mask of

Makeup.

Never really used to something called a

Breakup.

Her eyes stared you down like

Knives,

That look is still how she

Thrives.

I watched her walk up and down the

Halls,

Hurting people before her heart

Falls.

One day I told her that she needed to

Stop,

We both knew one day she was bound to

Pop.

That's when I saw through this girl's makeup

Mask;

She was a human being.

Someone just like me.

All I really needed to do was

Ask.

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