Steadily she draws on her face...hiding the ugly underneath.
She hides the imperfections with worldly things.... loosing herself to the unknown.
Not wanting to see her true image… doing her best to diminish it.
Skip a meal here and there.
Barf up some too you and not really care.
…The hate boiling within her, the blood pouring out.
she’s just a girl with a mask…do you dear let her out?
Or do you just let her hide...