The daily rantings

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

Sunday, July 29, 2012

M4k3Up.

You, little girl, with that many insecurities.
You're just a little girl who covers up all your insecurities with powder,
You conceal the flaws on your face with the concealer.

You choose to change to become two shades lighter because you're afraid of how society will base you.
You let your bronzer allow you to be judged as a whole other person.

Your vision is still clear, but you choose to cover it with the lenses that differs your opinion of the colours of this world.
The things you've seen in this world, covered with your eyeliner.
Bad enough that you cover it with your coloured lenses, you choose to put mascara to blur out your wise knowledge.
Your emotions, you cover them with blusher.
The words you speak, you tend to be careful. You cover them with lipstick.
You want to let the world know about your soul, but yet you cover them with your eyeshadow.

& when you go home, you wash them off with your facial cleanser. You become you at home, but will the world ever see it? And will the world ever appreciate you for being natural?

I'm afraid not.

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