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A story of many women who think they have to be fake to be happy. Then find out that they are ruined for the rest of their life..

Submitted:Aug 17, 2011    Reads: 25    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Mrs. Fake

Hello Mrs. Fake how are you doing today

Perfect you are and perfect you will stay

Clothes all new never wear them twice

Buy what the celebs buy no matter the price

Everyone one who is anyone wants to be just like you

Its nothing to drop a grand on a new hairdo

To most you have the greatest life ever

But trust me your no better

See Mrs. Fake, child oh so lost

You have all the material things but at what cost

You think you have the meaning of life figured out

You know your right without a doubt

You will go on for years acting this way

It will all come to an end one day

One day you will be judged not by your look

You will reach out but from a lot of people you took

The coldness of their back will create a chill

The hole in your heart, a black hole nothing can fill

So you will have to become Mrs. fake once again

You will have to lie about yourself to many men

It will work for a while but wise they will become

At this time you will have reached to bottom

You must give in Mrs. Fake, oh lost one

And never forget everything you have done

By Bobby J Evans


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