Makeup -a poem by me

I don't think I'm very pretty, some people tell me I am, but that's only because I try, I spend hours looking at myself in the mirror trying to fix my self with syrums and foundations and pretty colors to distract myself from things that should make me feel beautiful, I try to make my self pretty but my standards are impossible to meet, I cover my yellow skin tone and make it pale white, I cover the moles and freckles that dot my face with concealer, I hide away my eyebags, I cover the scar on my eyelid, but this doesn't make me feel beautiful and I am tired of losing sleep over impossible standards I hold for my self. I am better than my mind