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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