One, two, three more steps And I'm in the bathroom. One, two, three tears Towards my doom. In the mirror I'm looking at my ugliness Not just my lack of definition In my cheeks But in my soul... I'm ugly through and through. A tube of lipstick It makes everything pretty... Around my lips And outside... But it doesn't work It doesn't cover up my ugliness... Harder I push, and thicker it goes on But my ugliness still shines beyond The blood redness... What kind of freak Can't lipstick even make pretty. I throw the lipstick to my reflection Maybe she can make it work But it just smashes her into a thousand Tiny ugly pieces... and I am left with the tears That swirl with my doom.Birth sign: Gemini
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