Make Up

I stand in front of the mirror..
And put on some moisturizer..
It makes my skin soft and smooth..
Just the way I want my life to be..

Next comes the concealer...
It covers up the bags under my eyes...
Covers up the evidence..
Of how I spend my nights...

Then maybe some foundation...
Giving the fake complexion...
Making my face even...
Faking the perfection...

Then I do my eyebrows...
Thick and long...
Making them look bold...
Which is not like I am...

Then the eyeliner...
Maybe little wings...
Telling them, my life is perfect...
Just like the symmetrical wings...

Then I put on lipstick...
Sometimes bright red...
And sometimes dark brown...
Making sure, I perfectly hid my frown...

I then start to do my hair...
Maybe a braid, or a ponytail...
Not a single strand sticking out...
Showing I had all my life neat and planned..

Make up gives me
The confidence I never had...
It covers my flaws...
It tells me I'm not bad...

At the end of the day...
After I come back...
I take a wipe and
remove it all..

My pin straight hair
Tied up in a messy bun...
My red tinted lips
Dry and chapped...

My skin, not so perfect at all...
With the pimple marks and all...
The bags under my eyes never seen so bright...
My face, shows what is all not right...

By the end of the day...
I'm back to being myself...
The vulnerable Girl...
Who isn't so perfect after all...

This poem is about: 
Our world
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