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She used her MAC wisely,
and was careful not to mess up.
Every shade was matched accordingly
every time she dressed up.

A morning routine she called it
for she had to be perfect on the outside you see,
for inside the was emotionally torn
and she had emotions that needed to be set free.

She had a trouble heart
and had no clue as to which way to go.
her soul cried out to that one,
that one that would never know

because she put on this show
for the whole world to view.
But inside she felt awful.
Inside, she knew she was lying to you.

Say she was just fine,
but never really sure if fine existed.
Always appearing to be okay
only because her real feelings she resisted.

The one that is most important
is the one that matters most,
which made if more difficult
for the subject to be approached.

A tear-wet pillow
dampens her face
her make up as smearing
its time to replace

She had to go back behind her mask.
So she pulled out her make up bag,
selected a few colors
and the eyeliner began to drag

across her eyelids;
bottom and top.
it sealed in the emotions
not another tear dropped.

Next she put on her lipstick
which represented that smile.
The lipstick wasn't everlasting,
but it would stay for a while.

Now she is the beautiful being you see.
Know that she'll never tell
what lies behind those gorgeous eyes
is a burning hell.

She used her MAC wisely,
and was careful not to mess up.
Every shade was matched accordingly
every time she dressed up.

A morning routine she called it
for she had to be perfect on the outside you see,
for inside the was emotionally torn
and she had emotions that needed to be set free.