skarazira
Bluelighter
And your makeup is never as pretty the next day.
The eyeliner smears and the tears flow.
You just wanted to be one of the beautiful people.
Scrubbing your face off, hoping a new one will appear.
Why don't they want you?
Because there is no “you”
Coating yourself with candy smiles.
White teeth you just had bleached.
A new outfit for every emotion.
Secretly biting the inside of your lip.
Wanting to bleed, but it’s not real.
Desperately trying to cover up what you think you are.
But you don't even know.
You try to hide something that doesn't even exist.
You just wanted to be one of the beautiful people
As they sneer at you when you walk past.
You put your head down and pretend not to notice.
Then go home and sit in front of the mirror.
Picking at every insecurity you have.
But they weren't really sneering where they.
It was all in your head.
Everything has always been in your head.
Cardboard roses and faces made out of clay.
You were always able to mold yourself in to the perfect person.
Frantically searching for a real individual inside of you.
Looking for a soul. An answer. A voice.
But as you stare at the mirror one last time
before re applying your pretty pink lipstick.
You realized, you were always empty.
And you will never be full.
-s
The eyeliner smears and the tears flow.
You just wanted to be one of the beautiful people.
Scrubbing your face off, hoping a new one will appear.
Why don't they want you?
Because there is no “you”
Coating yourself with candy smiles.
White teeth you just had bleached.
A new outfit for every emotion.
Secretly biting the inside of your lip.
Wanting to bleed, but it’s not real.
Desperately trying to cover up what you think you are.
But you don't even know.
You try to hide something that doesn't even exist.
You just wanted to be one of the beautiful people
As they sneer at you when you walk past.
You put your head down and pretend not to notice.
Then go home and sit in front of the mirror.
Picking at every insecurity you have.
But they weren't really sneering where they.
It was all in your head.
Everything has always been in your head.
Cardboard roses and faces made out of clay.
You were always able to mold yourself in to the perfect person.
Frantically searching for a real individual inside of you.
Looking for a soul. An answer. A voice.
But as you stare at the mirror one last time
before re applying your pretty pink lipstick.
You realized, you were always empty.
And you will never be full.
-s
