I'm getting ready for your funeral,
And my make up looks too nice.
It looks like I am happy,
It looks like I'm alright.
But my make up is a mask
It is a lie and pure deception,
For it makes things appear perfect
By most people's perception.
A splash of colour
A flourish of glitter,
It makes things seem
Less cold and bitter.
It hides the crippling sadness,
It hides the fact I'm mourning,
It hides the imperfections
And the feelings I am hoarding.
But it's socially acceptable
It is the thing to do,
To hide behind cosmetics
To stop the truth from breaking through.
So I'll apply this make up,
With great care and precision,
Despite that fact it's one great lie,
It's the bars to my prison.
Some call it their war paint,
And today I need that strength,
As I fail to say goodbye to you,
I'll go to any lengths.
My hair is curled,
My shirt is pressed
But it does not matter how I am dressed.
Because how I look won't bring you back.
About the Creator
Sophia Merici
Opening the door to my mind and hoping to help people along the way.
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