A random poem written during the maths slot. She tries to be her best Not to show her flaws A person of repressed emotions Nevertheless she is neglected. With all the makeup Lest not to be called ugly It took all her courage But still, never appreciated. What is it with first impression? Carving a big mark on one's mind Even with repeated kosher It never seems to shed its plight. What is it with first impression? Paving a road of negligence Cavorting with emotions In the already woebegone deep well. What is it with first impression? Which distances our support Perhaps trust when broken Can never again mold.