This is my face

At first, you want to see my face –
The real face beneath the masks,
Beyond the dimpled glow I show.
But when I take them off, you know
The warts, the wrinkles, acne loud,
And give me skincare tips you use.
And then you give me makeup tips.
And when it fails to add on me
The magic touch it adds for you,
You ask me slowly, one by one,
To wear some masks to spare the hurt
My ugliness inflicts on you.
And now that I refuse to wear,
You say I don’t consider you?

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