When I look beautiful

It is just a little make up
And suddenly they like me more...
They -all of them I mean.
Why do I have to look good....for someone
For anyone for that matter!
Why can't I look what I have been made to look like..
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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder!
But my beauty lies wihin me
I have always loved the emotions
And not the outer happiness..
But still I dress up
Still I pose
To be a part of the beholders.......