Face Paint

My own reflection

Is not one I often observe

I paint on my makeup

My daily preserve

I look with intent

To see imperfections

One by one I cover these

Section by section

The time that it takes

To paint on the color

Has little impact

On the face that’s covered

I spend more time

On my daily appeal

Then that of the expression

My authentic self reveals

I try to avoid

Taking a closer look

It brings me comfort

Focusing on only the cover of my book

Peeling back the layers

Many will soon find

Much depth, woven

Into the pages they bind

The chapters are short,

It’s an easy read

Or at least, at first

It does seem to be

The theme is dark

The plot involves many twists

Events are unpredictible

The characters are mysterious

The main character

She has many dimensions

She works to sculpt her life

Built by genuine intentions

She lives to find purpose

Of life’s design

She fights her inner critique

Defends one word at a time

Yet, she has a darkness

That can be so consuming

So to keep from this place

She keeps on moving

Still running as if to win the race

The lack of energy compels her

To submit... and simply paint my face