if you knew
that without make up
clothes
earrings
and shoes
i was nothing,
you wouldn't want anything
to do with me.
if you could only see
the real me
you'd notice that i'm tired and cold
you'd see every crease, every fold
the bags under my eyes
and the real beneath my lies.

but you
don't see
because you're blind
and the barriers i've place in your mind
are in fine
working order
and prevent you from seeing
past the border
of fake
that i make
with every stroke
of mascara.