Her makeup is always perfect.
Bright blue eyes, framed in black,
Clear skin, funny nose.
She never rubs it away accidentally.
Her makeup is always perfect.
Coordinated, understated, beautiful,
Coiffed and flawless hair.
Sometimes, though, she cries.
Her makeup is always perfect.
I wish I knew her better, because she
Is my best friend.
But I've never seen through the makeup.
Her mask is always perfect.
I want to hear her healed, truly healed,
Not just claiming she's okay.
She never takes it off accidentally.
YOU ARE READING
Human Experience
PoetryMore poetry... yaaaayyy I'm so glad that my online stuff is almost entirely separate from real life, because this ish is embarrassingly terrible.
