Dirt scrubbed off.

Dirt scrubbed off,
so easily,
from outside,
the true dirt is in her mind.

Dirt,
what is she worth?
Her body, her temple,
within she has to be gentle.

That body, that face,
the naive cover for the true dirt,
her mind within,
cleanliness is just a phase.

Scrub it off,
the dirt gets lost,
or does it?
Somewhere it lingers around,
it stays,
it eventually comes back,
for a while it waits.

The dirt's gone with soap and water,
she looks so clean,
the true dirt's inside,
on that body she leans,
what does the world know?
She looks very kind but she's actually very mean.

Dirt scrubbed off,
so easily as she shuts the shower,
she covers her body, her shield for her mind inside,
she's clean,
she's now been disguised,
but the true dirt is under the layers of her skin,
below her muscles,
lies in the upper side of her skull,
the true dirt's in her mind,
her body is the body of lies.

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