foll-o-wing

Smile at yourself- Pretty lips, Turned down into a little frown. You feel ucky, Just kinda ugly- But you are beautiful. Figure so precise, Makeup  giving you a lovely disguise- You wash your face; Watching pale cover-up run down like wet lace... You wipe off that red lipstick, Forcing a small smile at the reflection- You want to cry, Want to fall inside. They tell you,"You are beautiful." That you should stand up taller- It makes you feel good; Blows up your little ego. But- In the end, When you're eighty years old; An old grandma.. Looking like a wrinkled fool- You're insides are what matter, What counts the