This Tool
I have these insecurities.
They’re not on the inside
Or maybe they are.
To cover these insecurities
I use a age old tool
Well many tools
These tools require a steady hand
I use these tools to make me beautiful.
To cover up the insecurities that are present.
From MAC, to Stila, to Urban Decay
They hide the decay of my shame.
But these tools give me something
They make me feel amazing.
Strong, empowered, conquering
How can one tool make me feel like this?
Is this insecurity on the inside?
Or am I just hiding behind something.
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