Everyone needs to express themselves

Makeup

She came back with eyes lined in darkness

I had watched another fall.

Another victim to this wicked game

As we apply our masks every day, waiting for someone else's to crack

So we can see what lies inside.

Trying to rebel. To reject the rules society has set. 

But still, I look into the mirror with disgust

For now I wear my own mask.

What I see is not the beauty they had promised,

But the reflection of a broken will.

I had sworn to myself to never become another one of their puppets.

To never conform to the mold history has shaped.

Showing us what we're supposed to be, how we're supposed to act. 

What we're supposed to do, how we're supposed to look.

Of what's supposed to make us beautiful.

I look into the mirror, and stand horrified by what I see.

I see someone hiding behind a mask long lashes and red lips

What I see, it is not me. 

When I look into that mirror, I am not staring back.

I see someone with eyes lined in black.  

To hide the insecurities and the fear

And to hide the tears that tie us together

I do not see a right of passage

What I see does not make me feel pretty

I do not love myself any more than before

Because I can see through the masks, we all can

But we ignore it, because one slip up could crack the mask and then everything will crumble.

that's what we've been taught

That we will never be good enough,

There are others that are better, that are perfect

Are you proud of this generation?

The disease that you planted creating these self destructing beauty queens

The idea of perfection,

To hide the insecurities and the fear

And to hide the tears that tie us together

I do not see a right of passage

What I see does not make me feel pretty

I do not love myself any more than before

Because I can see through the masks, we all can

But we ignore it, because one slip up could crack the mask and then everything will crumble.

that's what we've been taught

That we will never be good enough,

There are others that are better, that are perfect

Are you proud of this generation?

The disease that you planted creating these self destructing beauty queens

The idea of perfection,

The twisted way it implants itself into our brains.

What causes them to starve themselves, to throw up the rare food they eat

This concept that creates the masks

That hide the tears that they will never see.

And I have seen the truth of this concept

But still I look into this mirror, and at the mask I created

Before I thought I saw the truth, that I would never conform

But now this mask has given me the truth

You cannot escape history

I may take my mask off now, but really I know I'll reapply it eventually

Despite that it makes me feel as though I'm not good enough

Because now this mask is a part of the fate society wove for us.

And you cannot go against fate

Without risk of being forgotten