Chương 7: My Face

Smile, be nice, be pretty

These are the thing I tell myself every day

Smile, be nice, be pretty

I lower myself to make others except me

I bow down to others expectations

The flower crown I wear upon my head has decayed

What is left is only plastic

I wear a grin but underneath I am but a canvas for an artist

Picture me what you will and I will become

My face is not my own

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