(A/N: mkay i do have a happy one —sorry this is sad— but i has to find it, that'll take a while, but i shall! i'll post it later...)

mascara so she won't cry

concealer for the shadows under her eyes.

blush so her ice cold cheeks

don't look like they're dying.

eyeliner, so maybe she'll look scary,

like she's got her shit together

but her appearance is only lying.

lipstick, pulling her mouth

up into a fake smile.

she hates wearing it,

likes how she looks,

but hates how she feels.

she feels like she's hiding.

wants to be free of it,

even if she suffers crying.

sparkly eyeshadow,

so she feels like she's pretty,

but she hates that she's hiding

what she actually wants them to see.

they tell her to wear it,

the terrible stuff,

but she continues to resist

until she's done.

tired of fighting,

she gives in,

follows them,

they who broke her sense

of free will

so she wore it on the outside,

and she looked so pretty,

but hiding deep inside,

her heart only cried.

she really hates wearing makeup,

it makes her feel unreal.

but occasionally there's those days

where she wants to forget how to feel.

but she was hiding so much,

behind the pretty face,

forgot what it felt like

to belong in a place.

felt so alone...

the day she wore makeup?

that was the day she died.

Lauren 💛