Concealment Of Me

Day and night, I’m always dying,
But no one is aware.
For in the mask I wear each day,
I take very special care.

Every morning I look in the mirror,
And I’m disgusted by the sight.
For who I really, truly am,
Has appeared overnight.

So I stare a little closer,
To prepare my lie once more.
The mask I wear on my face,
Will be worn again, as before.

I make sure it’s picture perfect,
Something you want to see.
I fill the cracks with expectations,
Of what people want me to be.

I make the color a ‘just right’ tone,
One that tears can’t wipe away.
And I put on that big, fake smile,
To quietly me slip through the day.

I make my eyes shimmer and sparkle,
Like a star in the midnight sky.
I wear this face of pure perfection,
Knowing nothing’s perfect if it’s a lie.

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