Hiding Under Your Makeup.

Stare at me, eyes fixed on my body,
My face observed by souls.
Judge me, judge me like a book,
I haven't reached your stupid goals.

My skin isn't that of an orange,
Nor are my eyes smothered in black.
Yet that's not normal; I don't fit in,
So I show everyone I know my back.

Why is it me that's different,
For basically being me?
I know I'm not pretty,
In fact I'm no natural beauty.

But the point I want to make,
Is that you can't hide away.
Deep inside I can see you, The real you; what else can I say?

You're not running away from me,
Or as a matter of fact anyone
It's just you against yourself,
Putting make up on, slapping it on.........

If on the outside you can't see yourself,
Then your insides are cold at the core.
Look in the mirror, take a deep breathe
And face that you can't hide away anymore.