Modern girl, so unsure
Wearing yourself out
With this expectation
Of a pretty perfection
The lights dim
Your mascara drips
Your hands scratch
The nail polish chips
Luminous eyes
Red and tired
Bare knees cold
White like ghosts
Morning time
Make up, fashion
The kids will love me
You pretty perfection
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