you can't help but stare and stare and stare until you hate everything about your face how many freckles you have pimples it can only cover the scars for so long the insecurities for so long lips coated in thick red eyes you coat with liner and eye shadow face caked with foundation baked with powder contoured to the gods eyebrows on fleek you slay sometimes you don't recognize yourself in the mirror and it makes you happy because you can't imagine living the rest of your life looking you without make-up. will you ever love you? you, without the makeup?
BEFORE YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, IM NOT BASHING. I wear make-up myself and 100% understand that some people wear because they want to and not because they're insecure about their faces. but, there are A LOT who do wear make-up bc they are insecure, and bullied, and just don't want to look like them anymore. i was like this, i kind of still am. it's hard to get over, and sometimes you can't.
One look and her ******* eye pierces me straight through the heart in one blow the blood rushes through me I feel my knees giving in and I fall to the ground I kiss the ground she walked on I breathe the air she breathed but that's as much of her as i'll ever receive. She will never be mine. Not completely.