I look up at the sky,
Feel the cool rain on my face.
Washing away the pain, and the lies -my makeup
Leaving just me, The REAL me.
Not the one you want me to be, the one that you see.
But me.
The one who is beautiful naturally,The one who is in hiding.
Instead, you got the copy, the imitation, the alteration.
You've never seen me.
So let the pain,
The anger,
the frustration,
The effort of trying to not be me,
Let it run down,
Like mascara in the rain.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Let the Makeup Run
Posted by Sarah at 8:02 PM
Labels: Heartbreak, hiding, Poem, revealing yourself
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2 comments:
Strangely that sounds familar...
it does? what does it sound familiar to?
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