dab a brush of coal black color <br />unto your pale and fragile lashes <br />once you put it on. you become <br />giggling, twirling, oblivios <br />no thoughts inside this desert head <br />dark mascara blanketing <br />fearful thoughts. sheilding <br />her worried soul <br /> <br />she is afraid. does not want to be <br />this girl who cries, doesn't understand <br />this girl who cannot find the exit sign <br />on her daytime nightmares <br /> <br />this new identity is safer, easier <br />to be. <br />blush <br />shields her tear-stained cheeks. mascara for <br />her red-rimmed eyes. eye shadow for <br />her shadowed eyelids <br /> <br /> <br />make-up hides the truth behind her eyes <br />she is out of control but no one needs to know <br />how in her bed at night she cannot sleep <br />in day she is a flickering smile <br />laughs on cue <br />rolls eyes when the right words said <br />see how easy it is? <br /> <br />to be one shrouded by mascara <br />to exist as though nothing is wrong <br />to pretend I'm not falling apart <br />scared. <br />my cover soon to dissolve <br />mascara cannot cloud forever<br /><br />gina prettybrowneyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mascara/
