Make Up

First on the cover-up,
To hide all the flaws.
And to hide,
All that was.

Then goes on the eyeliner,
Black as black can get.
Making sure its water proof,
For when you get upset.

Then the mascara,
A little to much.
Just to give it,
A womans touch.

A little bit of blush,
In a shade of red.
Mystery flows,
Have others said.

Lip gloss in pink,
Just throw on tonight.
Dont really care,
If it looks alright.

Every morning this chore,
Goes on and on.
I pray for it to last,
All day long.

Why cant I be beautiful?
With out all this stuff.
Isnt just being me,
Enough?