Plastic—

Is what they are,

Fooled—

Was what everybody never realized.

All those fake faces,

And plastic smiles,

Was all they can pull off

To impress.

But to impress whom,

Should be their question.

For fake beauty fades,

And only real beauty lasts.

So they put on their masks,

Cut off their skirts,

And makes no one dare to ask.

Stepping on any original,

soul.