Beauty Behind The Mask
I grab a rag from the old wooden stand;
Society was staying my hand.
Begging and screaming to not take it off;
But as I stared at myself in the mirror;
I was not happy with myself.
I felt like a doll;
Made from society;
Thought to be so high and mighty.
Instead I am empty and fake;
Hoping that wealth is my fate.
I scrape off the layers;
That holds my acceptance;
To be loved and cherished;
Even if it was for a second.
This isn’t who I am;
Nor who I will ever be.
It was just a mask;
A mask placed on me.
I took off the mask that felt like it was glued to my face;
I start to get the chills as my heart starts to race.
Off came the foundation;
And the Mascara too;
Nothing left on my face;
Except my perspiration;
That was like the morning’s dew.
I stared at my reflection;
And I started to smile;
I don’t understand what was the rile.
I looked beautiful and fresh;
So I laughed and I threw away that old ugly mask.