Agata Konopka - Behind the Face

Accused of vanity
I suggest accursed with vanity
Vanity fed by all the toys
all the presents from the uptown boys
Put on constant display
I see more pain then bliss
Staring in the mirror
I begin to hate the cursed face
behind it lies the secrets subtly told
Objectified by myself
loved by those who fail to understand
the intentions of the cursed face
the hatred I deserve for no reason at all
other then the hatred I have for myself
filled with moments that time cannot erase
the worst curse of all
that maybe it matters to no one at all...

Agata Konopka

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