I stared into the mirror and all I saw was a mask. 

A mask that was made of Sephora and Mac 

Foundation to cover up who I was 

Perfectly blended into lies 

Trying to hide the worry lines on my forehead from all the times my anixety made my heart beat faster then the amount of breaths I took to try to fill my lungs with air but I 

Focused more to disguise the shadowed bags beneath my eyes that proves I haven't had a good sleep in months.

Eye liner and shadow to give the allusion that they are big and bright 

So they can't see swollen sockets from squeezing my eyes together too tight in hopes to wake me up from the nightmares that taunt me. 

Using bronzer and blush to give color to my pale face 

The perfect shade of how scared I am, every day, that this might be my breaking point. 

The last straw to break my back. 

Bold lip stick to paint over the bruises that were a result of regret 

Saying things that I would never get the chance to take back. 

Like when I said "I love you" 

To those who merely echoed it to back to me 

Saying it to fill the air with words that, to them, don't have any meaning. 

I washed it off and took my place in front of the mirror exposed to my naked face and I realized.. 

I can hide it from every one else, but I can't fool myself. 

You can't put make up on a heart that is screaming out for help.