Majiks in the make UP
I’m just an illusion to the world
An artificial kind of girl
My face arrives before I get there
So I don’t reveal the hideousness, which bares
My make up bag is full
It’s the fixer the push and pull
It makes the society see a better me
It makes my vision a little less blurry
I apply whenever I feel the need
The urges are harder now to feed
The majiks in the make up
When it’s gone I'm not the one they love
When the majiks in the make up
I’m a figurative imagination of
U tell me?
Reason for writing:
what are you when the make up is off.. r u stil that pretty girl that everyone percieves you as...
Birth sign: Virgo
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