Makeup
I conceal who I am to be seen
The foundation I walk on is not pristine
I powder on false details to change myself
Base my life to look better to someone else
Depression is seen through smoky eyes
Mary Kay is a friend who covers my lies
Black stains on my pillow reveal my fears
But I've practiced hiding scars for many years
Wash away the pain and reveal what is there
Wipe away the past and breathe new air
Judge the person behind the thin screen
When my face is bare and life is clean