Beauty

Soft pink shades

she brushes on her cheeks

Black liquid is combed

onto her lashes

A sparkly smile

is painted on her lips

Beautiful,  she thinks

as she sees the mirror’s reflection

Beautiful they think

when they see her

but without the caking of paints

onto her skin

would they see her beauty?

the beauty underneath,

the mask of the world’s expectations?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s