We all have imperfections
Things we want to hide,
We try and cover up
Our shame our hurt our lies.
Eye shadow and mascara
To cover up our tears,
Foundation and concealer
To wipe away the years.
Blusher brightens up our cheeks
And takes away the grey,
Our mask begins to take its shape
And gets us through the day.
Lipstick paints a smile so fake
Suppressing what’s inside,
Showing everyone we're fine
When inside we have died.
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