make up

The make up is a cover up, a lie to hide the shy girl inside, a kind heart,

a fretful worried soul, afraid to let the world in, since he tore her apart,

hides under layers, masks to distract from her, to cover fear, bury it deep,

it protects for now, sits at the core, fear setting itself free when she tries to sleep.

She concealed the tears, under a veil and cried every night, afraid who might find out,

self worth, shredded, she was never enough, yet always gave love,

how could he make her so low, how could she love him so?

yet she always knew it was just a way of letting go.

hidden in plain sight, under a bright light, a show of confidence, so free,

yet under the clothes and the look, a scared girl, the girl came unstuck,

her fear showed to me, a glimpse past the cover, past the smoke and mirrors,

another lost soul just searching for her place in this world and its terrors.

She tried to hide for so long, but what always shines through is beauty inside,

the smile on her lips says it will eclipse, it will pass, the tears have dried,

and we can start to see the true girl in you, a loving caring delight,

a beginning, fresh and new, a beautiful sight.

Thanks for reading.
kyle