this poem is about how wearing make up is like a mask to make you feel beautiful (even though you are beautiful for being you) beauty is who you are not how you look but its what makes you, you
This is a collect of my poems
I know that originally it also had ones that I liked, but I deleted them to make it my own.
Potential trigger warning
Cover drawn by me. So don't judge, I know it's bad.
*completed*
1st poem book "The Truth"
2nd poem book "Hidden By A Lie"
3rd poem book "As Bright As The Stars In The Sky"
4th poem book "The Paint Brush Of Magic Will Paint The Way"