Paint
I am painted with a beautiful outline of flaws layered in lies
Adorned with distractions
Wearing a clever disguise
Painted with vivid colors for everyone to see
A beautiful image on display
Although the image isn’t really me
Painted illusions like fairy tale magic worn each day
Meticulously applied
Carefully brushed over every scar to hide them away
Paint is sprayed over the bruises to conceal all the pain
Masking every single imperfection
Losing everything in myself with nothing to gain
Paint begins to chip and peel
Exposing the hidden imperfections
Forcing me to feel
The rain then washes the paint off from my face
Smeared into a rainbow puddle
stained heartache i can’t erase
The paint lost its luster losing its appeal
Forcing me to face myself
And to become something real
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