Trapped

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We are asked to discuss our own face

TRAPPED!

I have an average sort of face,

Not beautiful, not bad.

My problem is that I'm Mum inside

While looking like my Dad!

Throughout the years, I've hated

The mask I've had to wear;

My face and personality

Didn't match! That was unfair!

In the mirror was my Father,
Same sort of face, same eyes;

I felt just like my Mother

But wearing a disguise.
I grew up thinking like Mother

With her mannerisms too,

But I wore the face of my Father!

What was a girl to do?

Of course, away from the family,

My face just belonged to me,

But throughout my life I have felt trapped......

Mismatched face and identity.

Now, as I'm growing older,

A glimpse of Mother's appearing;

Something about my ageing face

Is positively cheering!

I've still a Dad's eyes, which were very small,

I still display his clan,

But among my wrinkles my Mother lurks;

Explain that if you can!

I'll never really enjoy my face,

That you can deduce,

But my poor old face and its owner

Have signed a sort of truce!

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ODDBALLS

'Mr Peculiar! You're a square!

Part of you just isn't there!

'It's a rectangle if you please;

It always happens when I sneeze!

And how can you see it? You've got no eyes!'

'You're very quick with your replies!

My eyes are on the other side.

Both of them are open wide.

I like to be a bit informal,

But, unlike you I am quite normal.'

'Mr Odd! Don't be so rude!

You'll put me in a nasty mood.

Hey! Look at that person looking at us!

If I looked like that I'd make a fuss.'

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