First Impression

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.

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