iMperFectLY Perfect

March 24, 2012
Makeup stole my beauty today,
She didn't want to give it back.
We once played a game,
She told me I'd be pretty.
But once I tried just a small dab,
She insisted I needed more.
Convincing the mirror that I looked gorgeous,
They then became friends.
Her anger forced a little more glitter,
Only one more sweep of powder,
Layering on the lies.
She threw my confidence levels to the ground,
Picked them up and restarted the next morning.
She whispers my name,
Lures me in with promises of friends, boys and attention.
Knowing the truth, knowing I was already gorgeous,
But she kept the details to herself.

Tonight makeup ran away,
Tears sent her falling hard, down upon my cheeks.
She didn't make me good enough.

I've never felt my beauty.

She worried that when she washed away,
True beauty would find me and stay.
Makeup changed her ways today,
I think we can be friends.

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FayBeth said...
Mar. 20, 2013 at 1:37 pm
I love this poem!
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