Eyeliner

When my mother first gave me black eyeliner It had glitter encased within don't make yourself look like a whore I was told with all the sincerity one could muster on Christmas morn I wonder if I have lived up to her expectation With smoky eyes and cat tails Does she see me as who I am trying too hard to be? Who I am emulating? Or as the Girl I'm trying to remain? A daughter faithful and lost.