Paint

She makes her face a canvas which she paints every day

No one gets to see the masterpiece she is before the paint

She brushes on a face

As perfect as a doll's-

Symmetrical and shapely

Every minuscule blemish masked by a brush

Each layer camouflaging her insecurities

She uses bright colors to distract from her tired eyes

She hides the flushed color of her cheeks

And buries the worry in her brows

She disguises her pale lips,

Although perfect as they are

She dabs a spongy brush across the bridge of her nose,

Hiding the spotted kisses left by the sun-

Ripping away all uniqueness,

Anything that could portray her as different

No one ever sees her blank canvas,

A masterpiece worthy of museums,

Only the temporary paintings that wash off each night

Every morning the mirror tells her that her canvas is too plain,

That she is not beautiful without all the layers of paint

It isn't just the mirrors,

But the cameras too

And her reflection in the window

They all lie

Yet she believes them

If only she could see

That the brushes disguise her true beauty,

The palette conceals her uniqueness

And no matter how many people see her beauty despite her flaws,

She continues to paint