Poets Dream

Too much makeup

I put too much makeup on this morning, now I don’t know who I am. 
My skin is covered in paste products, and lips caked with colorful goo. 
I tried to look in the mirror but what I saw was not me, 
I saw a girl who puts on a smile cracked and fake, who doesn’t know that she’s not fixing her face.

I put too much makeup on this morning.