Lipgloss Stained Symphony

Lipgloss stains my painted face

Tainted pages from within an abyss

I almost believed the lies they built,

but henceforth, I still felt guilt.

Razorblades hide in disguise

With glittering popsicles,

And rhinestone lies.

My heart shatters as I try

To grasp what I've created.

I almost felt a bittersweet emotion

Like a second-hand notion.

I regretted feeling any pain

I felt as if I was disgraced. 

Lost in the chaos of this beauty parade,

A prisoner of standards, in a masquerade.

The things we could have been or may never be

I wonder, is it you or is it me?

Asking myself, the same question

Will I ever free myself,

From this pink tinted nightmare?

-Willow K.