The two inches of black above my eyes

another inch below my eyes

the glittery, creamy paint on my eyelids

the thick bird poop weighing my eyelashes down 

the pink rosey apples on my cheeks

the scarlet marker red on my lips. 

This is what everyone sees

the physical mask I created.

The true me?

I'm starting to forget what that is.

Those kids at my school

with the oversized t-shirts for no reason

nike shorts

driving 2015 Mercedez-Benz to school

carrying Louis Vuitton backpacks

stare and stare at you until you vanish.

I want to be free

chill out

live a life without judgement.

Preps? 

More like people who think

they're better than everyone

stuck up brats

low lifes.

Oh wait

The second I began namecalling

I'm just like them.

I'm not like them.

I have a heart

So I shut up, and not stand up

I create a mask that doesn't look like me

but that doesn't help their judgement 

that keeps dragging me down.

I want people to meet me and

they think I'm cute

loud

confident, because

If you're not be pretty

You're nothing.

This mask I created only helps on what I really want to be hidden

insecurity

afraid

ashamed

features to being a nothing.