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When I open my eyes
Into another day
I put on my disguise
Of color on my face

Fake the color, fake perfection
But it does suffice
To help me to pretend
That all my life is nice

I just focus on the outside
Because I hate what is within
Ignore the imperfections
And cover up with skin

When I take the makeup off
I see what is inside
A stupid, ugly, useless girl
A waste of what's called life

I do not hide from anything
I simply shut it down
I kill it until it is dead
Down to every frown

I wonder who I am
Each time I see the dawn
I see my face and then decide
To put the makeup back on

Sorry if a lot of my poems are depressing. I just write what I'm inspired to write. For some reason, I start to write a song and it just turns into a poem. That's happened twice now. Oh well. Thanks for reading. :D

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