I told you never to look me in the face like that
again. I remember that moment, so well. Do I need to remind you? With your
dirty acne populated face you dared to ask me how you looked. As usual I was
silent. I stared at you and continued wishing I was given a tongue. You filled
your face with those coloured powders and I made you believe you looked good so
you stupidly walked into the streets so full of yourself. Most admired you, I
suppose. If only the rain fell and washed away that transient beauty powder you
bought at the market. You look like a beast without them; the lip colours, the
eye colours, the facial colours... the manufacturers did you good! They gave
you things to hide your ugliness. But, but what if you get married to one of
the men you attract with your fake beauty? Will you wear those things in your
sleep? And if you take a shower?
Look at you! Looking into me and asking me
questions when you know I can’t speak. You are able to see through me to see
yourself, why don’t you ever look through yourself to see yourself. I only show
you what you want to see, I deceive you...
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