Make up fixes me,
But you wouldn't know,
Because it hides all the problems that you can physically see,
And the ones deep inside are happy to hide and put on a smile just to show,
That make up doesn't end in lipstick it ends in lies.
It ends in frowns concealed in smiles.
And "help" turns into "hey".
Even a frightful thought into a friendly comment.
Dust to glitter,
Shadows to light,
Fright to delight.
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I didn't really know how to end it, sorry.
