appereances

wipe off that make up
and straighten your hair
apperance so perfect
reflection so fare
know judgingeyes
will follow and stair
remember their smiles
aren't full of care
when expectations and pressure
are drowning you down
when all doors are closed
no windows are found
cards on the table
the showing of hands
you look at the lineand
don't know where you stand
when you look in the mirror
and don't like who you see
find out first hand what it's like to be me
time doesn't stop for the wealthiest of men
in writting these words
not just with the ink from this pen
so come one come all to this tragic affair
strike up the chours
give up your chair
throw down your masks
now breath in the air
now look in the mirror and
whos standing there?