My real face

My hair so smooth and straight,
I release it as it falls down my back,
and for a while I wait.

I stare into the mirror,
to see a face staring back.
A face I want to see closer,
a face that I lack.

I apply the eyeliner smoothly,
and lip gloss like a river.
under this makeup I bury,
my feelings I never deliver.

And the face that smiles back at me,
is a face that is unkwown.
For the girl I show everybody,
is a girl whose always alone.

So I might as well wake up,
this is merely just a dream.
And fiercely I wash of the stuff,
upon the sink I lean.
Eye liner running,
I tie up my hair...
the face that was so stunning...
is now stunningly bare.

For the girl I truly am has been covered by a mask,
She's been killed and she's been murdered,
under the sun she shall never bask.
Fear of judgement has covered her face,
and now everyone only knows me as a girl with no grace,
but they shall never have a trace,
of the me inside and my real face.