Yes, I hide behind a mask of makeup, but must you throw it in my face?
Must you choke me with my imperfections, strangle me with my misconceptions?
Stop hurting me with my faults.
Stop judging me for my actions.
Sometimes I’m okay.
Sometimes I make-believe I’m okay.
Could you maybe not look so deep in my dark brown eyes?
Could you please not stare into the windows of my soul?
All I’ve ever wanted was to be beautiful and please people.
I do my best to never hurt anyone and keep myself safe (sane) at the same time.
Please don’t hurt me because you think I’m fake.
I don’t know who I am,
so how can I not be fake?