Rise and shine porcupine,
Prickly and picky as you are
Hard to get through to
But still touched
by the most trivial acts.
Brushing away your flowy hair,
Seemingly perfect the reflection
On the glitzy mirror
But just as fragile
Your inner self
Gently you pat the powder
On to your bruised face
Hiding the truth,
The beauty , the happiness
Just an opaque cover
To the hurting soul
Is it to please that critical crowd?
Or that demanding man In your life?
That shimmering
Dress you’ve donned?
Last but not the least
A quick glance at that
Glitzy mirror
You wear it ,
A smile so sweet,
Yet so fake.
a head fulla life 