Makeup

I conceal who I am to be seen

The foundation I walk on is not pristine

I powder on false details to change myself

Base my life to look better to someone else

Depression is seen through smoky eyes

Mary Kay is a friend who covers my lies

Black stains on my pillow reveal my fears

But I've practiced hiding scars for many years

Wash away the pain and reveal what is there

Wipe away the past and breathe new air

Judge the person behind the thin screen

When my face is bare and life is clean