Concealer

First goes on the primer
To protect who she really is

Second the concealer
To hide a few blemishes

Then we have foundation
Its supposed to be the base

Its supposed to be the start
But it just covers up her face

To hide her identity
She paints on a mask

She smoothes it over gently
The same routine, an everyday task

Once she has hidden
All that makes her stand out

She puffs up her powder
Its the texture next, no doubt

Paranoia about the sheen
The greasy look of her second skin

Matte perfection
Is what she desired

This is just the beginning
Is she not yet tired

Next she covers her brows
To enunciate expression

She fills them in thicker
More change, repression

Next some shadow on eye lids
As if they weren't heavy enough

She creates dark circles around
To make her look less rough

Then her liner flicks
It lifts the corner of her eye

A black outline to frame her lashes
Her face becomes a lie

And last of all mascara
The brush that curls around

Each little prong separating
Each tiny lash is bound

Her coal black eyes
The perfect smooth face

Like a little doll
The brand new human race

Imperfection is underrated
To cover up hides the truth

Show the world who you really are
Just don't be afraid to.

By Olivia Lynn