You are unaware
That behind closed doors
Where once pale faces sat
Now have beautiful powder-stricken ones,
Enclosing their face in an untruthful mirror.
They worry about what looks good on them,
Their weight, their height, the shininess of their hair
What they do for you-
You don’t know
They sit behind closed doors
Trying to perfect their imperfect faces
And you wonder what takes so long
You think its so ludicrous
That they are worried about their looks
But they are longing
For attention
And need the adulation from you
Why are you so resistant to the truth?
They need your comforting
They need your time
They need your patience
They need you
To fill their void
And tell them how
Beautiful they are
When you reply
When they ask, “How does this look?”
And you are open about it,
You wonder why they’re so angry
Because you don’t know
What they do for you
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