In mirrors, you slap on a fake face,
Layers and tricks, hiding your real place.
You strut and pose, thinking it's all a game,
But underneath it all, you’re still the same.
You call it beauty, but it’s just a mask,
A temporary fix for a deeper task.
How can you compare to nature’s pure grace,
When you can’t even accept your own true face?
You dazzle with makeup but avoid what’s real,
Avoiding the truth that you can’t seal.
Nature’s beauty shines honest and clear,
Making your fake look insincere.
So answer this: How does your mask measure up,
When is the real you’s too scared to show up?
See about what you’re really disguising—
Is it beauty, or just fear you’re hiding.
So, are you a so-called diva lost in illusion’s embrace,
Or can you live with your natural grace?
Layers and tricks, hiding your real place.
You strut and pose, thinking it's all a game,
But underneath it all, you’re still the same.
You call it beauty, but it’s just a mask,
A temporary fix for a deeper task.
How can you compare to nature’s pure grace,
When you can’t even accept your own true face?
You dazzle with makeup but avoid what’s real,
Avoiding the truth that you can’t seal.
Nature’s beauty shines honest and clear,
Making your fake look insincere.
So answer this: How does your mask measure up,
When is the real you’s too scared to show up?
See about what you’re really disguising—
Is it beauty, or just fear you’re hiding.
So, are you a so-called diva lost in illusion’s embrace,
Or can you live with your natural grace?
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