Putting on a Face
Wake up and wash away the nightmares of last night. The water stings in the tears on my skin.
Washing away the tears I cried.
Step out and dry off, shake away the tears and fears. Swallow the bitter pills that get me through the day and night.
Open my case and begin to paint on my face of sanity.
Begin careful to make sure there is no blood mixed with foundation.
No tears in the mascara, no frown behind the lip gloss.
No sadness behind the face powder, do not want the real me to show through.
Shimmer powder to disguise the darkness. Highlighter to cover the blackness within.
I paint on my face to get me through the day, hide the broken child that lies within.
Hide the fact that beneath the perfect hair is a mind to twisted to explore.
It is scary in here, behind the make-up, behind the smile, behind the girl who seems to be OK.This girl has done so many bad things. Under the sleeves, you will see the story of her life.
Scars tell the tale of a broken girl. An abused, poisonous and scared little girl.
Led into the devils hands and she is trying to escape.
But you can not tell this by looking at her face; you can not see it behind the smile.
She�s an actress, give the girl an Oscar, you don�t know how much blood this life has cost her.
Inside she is shattered wondering between scenes.
Between these she cuts and cries alone in the dark. No one sees her it is still a secret she has to hide.
