Make UP

masking my pain

I prime my face smoothing out the tiny lines 

my buffer brush works foundation into my skin making a flawless canvas

I conceal the black circles around my eyes

this takes time, lots of time

I cover the redness from broken capillaries

I can make it better, perfect, I’ve just begun

I fluff rouge on my cheeks perfecting their glow

I apply the palette of sheer purple eyeshadows in a gradient form

blending and blending its like a little work of watercolor art on my lids

onto lips

the lips that hide my smile

I line with perfection around my heart shaped mouth

filling them in with the perfect mauve with blue undertones to compliment my skin

I look in the mirror happy with what I see

but happier for what others will see

a near flawless face

any one who looked at me would never question me

they’d think I was ok

they’d think I was better

how could someone so pretty ever be sad?

they leave me alone

they smile as they walk past me

they’ve stopped worrying about me

because I have hidden the truth so well

I have made up my face and masked all outward signs of pain

so they’ll never know

they’ll never suspect

that I’m still dying inside

a little more each day...

Reviews

[Lawrence Taylor]

Your description is so realistic to the art of putting on makeup, something rarely seen as art. I can picture the entire scene of your makeup application. Being a makeup artist myself you've laid out the entire process quite beautifull in words. It is a shame, however, that many people associate this art with a personality of being fun, bubbly, perfect and so on. You've certainly made it clear that there is a real persion behind the makeup. A wonderful piece you've composed here.

[Dream Weaver]

A poignant piece of makeup theoretically applied with
emotive undertones….heartrending grief…
Well captured and heard in your write...