I hide behind a mask of insecurity, a mask made of makeup.
When I put on my foundation, I conceal the batte scars.
The ones that come in the form of dark circles underneath my eyes.
The ones that I show I made it through the night and fought death's hand.
When I put on my eyeshadow, i show the demons that live inside
The ones who try to consume.
The ones that I defeat every day.
When I put on my lipstick, it draws attention to the smile.
The smile that is there no matter what the mood.
The smile that makes me think I could be happy too.
When I put on all of my makeup, it makes me feel like I am perfect.
Even though I know Im not, and know I'll never be.
I wear the makeup so I dont have to look like me.