Artificial Traits of a Cosmetic Girl

You think you know who I am, familiar with all of my flaws and quirks that reside in my exterior. You think you can read me so well, that if my soul were your bestselling paperback novel, then the pages would be heavily dogeared at the corners and wearing out with use. However, in reality, I am that paperback book, without the dog-eared pages,an overlooked but barely intact novel on the outside, containing worn and yellow pages that are threatening to let go from the spine of the book. But, you continue to be so oblivious. Your mind continues to swirl with a poisonous fallacy that my beauty in your eyes is real, without the artificial traits. Well the girl, the face you are so familiar with swirls down the drain each night, revealing all of my grosteque flaws behind your unspuspecting back. I don't want to hide the exterior of who I am, but I have no other choice. So, I will never be able to lay my head on your warm chest and memorize the slow, but steady rhytmn of your heartbeat, beacuse I cannot bear to see the flame your eyes die to a dim spark, when the beautiful girl you know rubs off and sink into the softness of your white tee.