I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am.

Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all.

The make up disguises who I really am;

A brown skinned conceited woman is what I appear to be.

Behind the make up is a little girl that is as sensitive as a newborn.

A sensitive shy girl is hiding to prevent being hurt,

Little did she know the one she trusted would hurt her the most.

I tried to pick up the pieces of the shattered heart but it shatters even more everyday.

As my heart deteriorates my make up beautifies.

I look in the mirror and see right through my eyes.

I see the pain on my face when I look through the mirror.

My make up becomes more fashionable to distract from my real emotions. 

My mask is hiding my story and shielding my heart from being seen.