My mind is what some may call dark
despite my efforts to brighten the dull cluttered space that I have created inside my brain
it remains somber and dark,
Though there is something liberating about indulging in my own vanity
Smiling into a mirror and painting my own face in the colors of my thoughts...
my eyelids become deep purples and golds, and my skin becomes flawless
all in the paints of self-created beauty.
I enjoy becoming someone entirely different- escaping my reality
shaping my cheek bones and eye brows into sharp forms of modern beauty.
Looking at myself and whispering "beautiful" as I see what I've made myself become.
This brings me genuine happiness