A Description Me aka Make Up Artist

I wrote this way back and it describes me quite well. yeah i might have been suffering with a serious bout of depression when i wrote this but i think its one of the best i've ever wrote. If you don't agree..well i really didn't ask you to..

Mack, Loreal, maybeline, cover girl

Cosmetics for the average woman

Put on every morning, wiped off every night.

I wear my make up the same way

But it does not come in the form of lipsticks and eyeliner

But in the form of deception and denial

The method of application is similar

My compact is filled with fraudulent claims

I conceal my grief ridden eyes with the shade of contentment

I cover my dark despondent circles with the color of sanguinity

I paint my lips with the fabrication of hope and delight

I plaster my depressed cheeks with the foundation of elation and amusement

My carefully constructed face is finally sealed with an injection of an impenetrable Botox that torrents the illusion of confidence and hardens my hollow shell

Unlike everyone else's makeup

Mine does not wash off

Because the biggest person I am trying to deceive is myself

I no longer recognize my original face

It is now only shown in the polished reflection of my blood, sweat, and tears.