My appearance is never the same.
But my identity never change.
People often get distracted with my exterior
they don't take the chance to see the lady behind the many faces.
My beauty is half of me.
Everyone think I have it all together.
Fooled by my smile.
Unaware I discreetly hide my insecurities.
I can't let the world see me hurting, not I.
So I often put on a smile,
even when I'm frowning in the inside.
Emotional unstable at times.
Yet everyone else problems, I can easily figure out.
Just want to climb in a hole and hide.
These are the things people don't know.
Lost in the way I dress, the way I wear my hair,
what color lipstick is that?
Only seeing half of me.