Painted faces are many,
real ones only few.
Don't be a blind follower of the herd,
be the real you.
Looks will fade with age,
money will disappear like smoke.

Don't try to fit in,
you were meant to stand out.
In this world full of fake,
be the original version of you.
Be the imperfect you,
and embrace yourself.

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Poet's Note:
This poem is about accepting oneself and embracing oneself. If you like this short poem of mine, don't forget to vote/comment/share it.
My book crossed 600 reads! Thank you so much readers.
Xoxo,
Neha Chandra