you makeup is washed away.
You face the mirror to see
the beauty that isn't given to thee.
Therefore you hide behind the cosmetics,
Concealing images that are pathetic.
If you were a celebrity, i ask,
Whose face would you want to be on that mask?
Anyone's but my own
I loathe my self, I ought to moan.
Applying foundation
To cover frustration
In hopes no one will discover
Who you really are that you can't bear
The things about you
Wishing they weren't true
Brushing on blush,
Trying to hide how flush
You are in the mind
As you entwine
Fantasies with reality
To make you yet another personality.
This I don't do to impress,
But to feel less depressed
About how insecurity is built
Because the way I see it,
It's fake lashes and eyeshadows
That hides your flaws
For everyone to see
The imperfectly perfect me.