Eyeliner, lipstick, foundation everywhere,
Nowadays it’s a necessity because I want to compare.
My bare skin, my naked face,
Just doesn’t seem perfect unless a filter is in place.
Beauty is in the eye of those who choose to see,
But when I look in the mirror without makeup it isn’t me.
I’ve been told I’m beautiful, gorgeous and pretty,
I’m thankful for that but feel full of self-pity.
I’m sad each day but take my selfies with a smile,
I put on for social media and my friends so they think I’m okay for a while.
Some point it out that I’m not myself anymore,
It is true, I am not some naïve little girl.
Society, decisions, the way I choose to live my life,
To think it could’ve been ended with a cut of a knife.
I never let my depression sink that far,
I couldn’t leave my family with that big of a scar.
So who am I behind each selfie, filters and makeup?
I’m just a woman trying to make it through each day when it’s so hard to wake up.