Disguises (Polished Armour)

Polishing her personality,
in a late bid to be accepted by others
Unable to accept herself
For she endured the criticisms of being absent minded,
but present with her heart
In a dog-eat-dog world,
where many loved only with intellect
This was surely suicide
And by her own count,
she had already died twice
So ultimately to survive,
she would cloak herself,
in the shiny armour of a likeable disguise
Still when she faces the mirror and I
She cannot hide her eyes



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