April 16, 2012
clings to my face
promises of perfection
of beauty
of shelter
from the flaws I cannot change
and tempted,
I comply
only to find my face hidden
choked by eyeliner
that casts shadows on my eyes
and blush
that strangles my freckles
This new skin
doesn't settle quite right
My face screaming
underneath this temporary mask
no one can see through
and I remain perfect
in all the wrong places

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