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Behind the mask, lies an elegant face

Bedeviled by those, they, who will debase

She hides who she is, to keep them at bay

Wondering how she ever got this way

They tease, as if they’ll win the catch

She knows better, no chance to scratch

The surface, of which she hides, deep below

Never letting them in, nor letting them go

Beneath her, she glows, a glittering shine

Laughs, as they falter, these ignorant swine

For there was just he, who kept her in throes

A scoundrel, she would never dare oppose

The scars that have her, they hide her shame

For only she knows, she’s the one, to blame


Writing Prompt – Pestered and Polished – Day 12/31

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