At first light she hits her alarm
Wishing to fall back to sleep-
Another day of false smiles,
She slowly slips off her covers.
Sitting in front of her make-up mirror;
She stares at herself in the dim light.
Thinking to herself what a waste of skin
And begins to apply her jet black mascara.
She covers her face in classic ivory;
Hiding the blemishes, hiding the truth-
Next she applies her bright pink eye shadow,
Placing on a mask, making herself beautiful.
She moves to her hair, ironing it straight;
Taking out every wrinkle, all of her curls
Pushing her bangs to the side of her face,
She whispers to herself, "Today I won't cry."
Setting a sent upon her soft flesh;
She looks in her closet, for some cute clothes-
Something that will contradict what she feels,
For today she won't cry, today she's a mask.
