One, two, three, four,
I began the process as if it were an everyday chore.


The liquid, the paste, the powder,
Needing to hurry, the tick tock of the clock grew louder.


Accenting with red, pink, black,
I realize underneath the surface I’m about to crack.


With a side to side, up, down,
The movement distracts and I erase my frown.


I feel perfect, happy, pretty,
I no longer look like the girl who is so zitty.


I hope he can see, love, feel,
I’m not sure he would know how to deal.

To not see the surface painted, fresh, new,
If he saw the truth he would probably act like an animal from the zoo.

The painted surface didn’t only hide bumps, freckles, a scar,
But much more it hid a girl hiding in the far.