Caking her face in makeup, she stares in the mirror.
Her reflection stares back at her,
But she doesn’t know it’s her.
She has altered herself to the point where she can’t recognize herself.
She hides behind her mask—
Just to be unmasked.
She says that she loves the way it makes her look,
But in reality she loves the way it makes others look at her.
She feels pretty,
Accepted,
Wanted.
Something that everyone hopes to achieve,
Something that everyone craves.
But those people aren’t looking at her for her,
They’re looking at her for who she appears to be.