Makeup
January 9, 2020
My makeup always allows me to feel free
I go from my natural lashes to falsies.
Gives me a mask to show the world a new me
while showing off my glitter cut crease.
My pink lip plumper sizzles as a burn
while I'm only happy as I live.
My golden highlight a feeling I yearn
this will be the only life that god gives.
I left my house afraid of who I was
from bullied to soaring through this big world.
To find, I was perfect just the way I was
for I am now my true self in my dream world.
The world shall never break my heart again.
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