Rummage through the drawer,
To find a subtle shade.
Don’t want to give the wrong impression,
Maybe I can hide behind the charade.
Felt pretty with my hair brushed out,
Even my mascara was on point.
Took a selfie, trying to be goofy,
Why do I feel like I’m going to disappoint?
Cue the nausea, the inner self-doubt,
Who am I trying to kid?
Quick, grab some tissue, wipe it all off,
I should’ve just left on the lid.
Eyes well up as I clean up my face,
Back to the neutral and bare.
I shouldn’t draw attention; no, that’s not me,
Back to hide where no one will care.
About the Creator
Sasha Rose
mother | lover | day dreamer
Exploring self-expression, self-reflection, and growth.
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