She isn't comfortable as her insecurity flashes.
For Concealer has not filled every delicate pore.
A black mask has not yet been applied to her eyelashes.
Her face is not hers until she is covered up once more.
Would a girl still be as beautiful if she didn't have these?
To know someone actually cares would be a ray of relief.
When she is gone and alone can't you see?
The way she thinks of herself, it's beyond disbelief.
Could you still love her a girl whose face is not covered?
Hours upon hours spent correcting herself for the world's approval.
As she gains confidence even demons still hovered.
She does not need you, only your removal.
As she stands proud of her ivory skin,
She will fight more battles and she is destined to win.
