A thought after work

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I see you come in, I see you walking around campus. I see you everywhere in this damn town. I see your blonde highlights, and your perfectly made up faces, your mask of lip gloss and blush and mascaraed racoon eyes, white teeth pulled back into a rictus of manic cheer. I listen to you chirp away into your cell phones, voices pitched unaturally high, giggling at jokes that aren't there. And all I can think is, how sad.

Your make-up isn't going to convince you that you are happy.