My friend set me up, and off I had to go,
She stopped by, to beautify,
I refused, and grunted, but behold and lo
As she hid each scar, she hid each story,
As she added each layer, she removed details gory,
Heavy eye make-up hid my black eye,
I looked pretty, even I couldn’t deny.
But did I feel that way? Nobody cared,
Was I ready to date, love and be bared?
Was I one to jump from one to other?
What I felt and wanted, nobody bothered
To “fix me up” was their only need,
Whether I was broken or not, they paid no heed.
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