Make-up

I was never friends with color palettes

And lipsticks and brushes

Even those liners black as jet

Curious, I tried

Imitated what the models in pages looked like

You noticed me, I smiled

“Today, you look lovely and really really nice.”

I believed you

Until one time

I heard you say it to the girl in the cafe,

To the girl in school,

And to every girl in the way

I was wrong about you

So I locked myself out

And cried mascara all night