So here’s to the girls in their makeup rage,
Navigating life on a well-scripted stage
With interests diverse and intentions so pure,
Their quest for perfection is both curse and cure

In the world of girl rage, where feelings ignite,
Makeup’s their armor, from morning to night
With brushes and palettes, they face everyday,
But chasing perfection can lead them astray
Foundation’s a mask, hiding every flaw,
Mascara like swords, in the beauty war
Yet irony lurks in the polished scene,
Perfection’s a trap, not a beauty queen
Closets are bursting with fashion’s delight,
But zipper that fail spark a wardrobe fight
Intentions to look just perfect and neat,
Turn into struggles, making them feel beat
“One pimple’s a crisis!” they often declare,
Reapplying chapstick when no one’s aware
Their habits annoy, like a fly in the room,
Always seeking the perfect costume
In life’s grand theater, they play their part,
But behind the scenes, there’s a different heart
Perfectionist’s highs and lows are well-known,
A tale of irony, often shown
So here’s to the girls in their makeup rage,
Navigating life on a well-scripted stage
With interests diverse and intentions so pure,
Their quest for perfection is both curse and cure
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