Tears streak down my face
What a non-seductive grace
They stain my cheeks for a short time
Another ugly feature I must call mine

I look myself up and down
No wonder my lips have always formed a frown
I remember the days where I stood up proud and tall
A showcase of perfection portrayed to all

I remember the days where everything was great
But suddenly my appreciation was handed in too late
They no longer smile at me
With a desire for my attention
They now only cast smiles of covered pretension.