She sits in front of her well lit mirror.
Something she's done now for many years.

Some days she looks forward to this step of her day.
Others, she's sad noticing how much she's wasting away.

She paints on her face, an art skilled masterpiece.
Carefully choosing each thing confidently.

Makeup, that helps her to hide her insecurities.
The things she doesn't let anyone see.

Each one holds within them, a different memory.
All of them full of regret and none of them happy.

If she were to let someone in enough to not just know, but also see. What would they think?
What words about her would they then speak?

She's been told many cruel things over a long period of time. Hearing anything other than that would be an unbelievable line.

To cover and hide the ugly she holds with her everyday. Takes a lot away from her, more than words could ever say.

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