Tragic really,
how men see me.
Don’t get to “see” me.
How they dream,
wishfully hoping to charm me.
I’m a wearer of a mask myself...
and while i hide,
I’m not a product left on a shelf.
While you’ll lie....
saying I was nothing.
You and many still dream,
wishing we had something.

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