Make-up over make-up
over tears of black mascara.
Trying to conceal
my blues with pinks.

Layer over layer
over scars and secret bruises.
Jacket over long sleeves
though it's warm.

Masking pain,
You may think I'm vain,
But I don't reflect my ache.
What's my gain?
It might seem insane
I am happy being fake.

Make-up over make-up
over red and salty cheek bones.
Powder in attempt
to to blur my shame.

Layer over layer
over complicated lying.
Trying just to get
my story straight.

Masking pain,
You may think I'm vain,
But I won't reflect my fear.
What's my gain?
It might seem insane
I can't play this one by ear.