oh makeup can be such a wonderful disguise,
covering up blemishes and flaws on the outside,
but it’s power starts die,
when you look into their eyes,
and realize,
that they are trying so hard to hide,
from the blemishes and flaws on their inside,
the cover up is something everyone buys,
so they slowly unravel from their ties,
that held together all their lies,
when all we really want is just to fly,
to some faraway place way up high,
between the sunset and the sunrise,
but now at night you hear their cries,
as they very slowly starts to die,
and yet we still ask ourselves why?
                                                        *(j.j)