Why I Wear It

I wash my face to dispose of the disguise,
That I often, but daily apply at night,
The smiles, the giggles, all seem fake, 
But the surrealness of my life is all I can take, 
I apply the mascara, and the eye shadow with a brush,
To hide the tears and the redness of the eyes (thats a must),
If you could just take a second to look deep inside, 
Your see the women that I became overnight,
I apply the concealer, the lipgloss, and the blush,
To cover the deformities that plague me with a rush,
I apply the lotion to smooth out my skin,
Of the rough hard edges plaguing me within,
The finishing touch is the lipgloss to my lips,
Which beautifys the bluntness of the tip (of my tounge that is), 
I put on my earrings to enhance my glow,
And then my gold necklace to go with the flow,
So many things damaging me inside,
I often ask myself "How do you survive"?
Then i go home at night, wash off my disguise,
Take a look in the mirror, then I break down and cry.