Makeup covers up the mistakes
That I made up
It creates a face that is not true
A face that makes me confident enough to talk to you
Makeup helps me clear my mind
Of all the things that remind me of you
It helps me look in the mirror
Cover up the imperfections
The ugliness of my true form
The way I look without your love
The only reason I put it all on
Is not to impress you
But to make me feel like I am important
I am beautiful
I am more than that other girl you were talking to
The problem is
At night when I take it all off
My dreams are haunted by the real me
The person that's hiding
The evil beast inside
One day there will be a balance
But for now makeup will make me feel like a palace
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Teen Years
PoesiaThe struggle of a teenager just figuring herself out. It's not a pity story. But a look on how life is impacted on the little things everyday.
