Individualty

She awakes from her bed.
Slowly opening her eyes.
She heads for the mirror,
and slowly her spirit dies.

She wonders what is wrong with her,
why does she look this way?
She begins her routine with cover up,
Trying to look beautiful today.

Next is some pretty powder,
but turns to dust when she applies it,
Why can't she look beautiful?
She wonders if she should quit.

She turns her cheeks to pink.
The blush just fades away.
She wishes her cheekbones were different,
as she tries to mold her skin like clay.

She then applies fake lashes,
for hers are just to small.
Now, allowing the glue to dry,
Is she happy once and for all?

No, it's still just not enough,
so on goes the glittery eye powder.
It shimmers in the light,
and makes her want to scream louder.

Next is the colored contacts,
for her eyes are as dull as dirt.
The crystal blue contacts are perfect,
But the look in her eyes still look hurt.

The lip gloss is now applied.
Her lips are covered whole.
She spends two hours each morning,
but has she reached her goal?

And as she critiques herself in the mirror,
comparing her self to other girls.
She's look at her makeup job,
and at her perfect brunette curls.

And as her eyes form with tears,
she is finally understanding.
This routine that she puts herself through,
is becoming way too demanding.

She washes her face clean,
and showers out her curls.
She found her individuality,
and is distinct from the rest of the girls.