Erased

This poem was a assignment. Its a metaphoric poem... im describing a person as an eraser. ya..

Starting out your beautiful and whole
but as each mistake you seem to make
turns your beauty very dull.
Your smooth skin starts to break
as you pretend and fake.
Trying to hide those mistakes
you rid them but we still see them in your face,
the black marks and bruises upon your pale skin
left from the mistakes you rid of.
The more mistakes you make
the more you'll be overworked and broken,
small and frail, soon be nothing.
The more mistakes you make
the harder it will be to hide
because your not a bright pink eraser no more.

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This is actually really good BEN.
I gave you a 100 lmfao :)