Masked Soul

The girl in the mirror is so not me,
With all her scorn and vanity.

People love her - she is fun,
Sweet and caring sugarbun.

She is hot and she is smart,
But only I know her true heart.

Lonely, in her crowds of friends,
Playing her part, setting trends.

She knows that this world is fake,
Soulless parties, flesh and cake.

But she is hot and she is sweet,
She has got an image to keep.

So time for party, got to rush,
Just let me put on my pink blush.

The girl in the mirror now I must be,
That is the mask I put on me.