I wrote this around my senior year I think. I didn't originally write it for class but I ended up using it one day to read in class for you get points for reading something. This is actually one of my favorite pieces as odd as that may seem. I actually had written this about gets a little cheesy at the end a bit. Anyway, just read to see what I mean.

Make-up, Costumes, and A Old Song

There is a girl who gets up every morning. She brushes her teeth, does her hair, and has dark circles around her eyes. She puts on long sleeves to cover her self and slips on her shoes. She applies make-up to her dark baggie eyes and practices how to smile in the mirror. In front of school, she stands up straight, puts her shoulders back, and paints on her smile.
She takes a deep breath and plunges through the doors of the school with her chin up. She enters the school as though she is entering on stage in character. She plays the same part and sings the same old song. She uses the exact same smile she has worked so hard on and has practiced.
She goes through the motions, hacking through the part. But at the end of it all, when she steps out of school, her shoulders slump and her back slacks. And the smile that she has used all day is wiped off. The dark circles seem to appear again on her covered up skin, her mask.
She takes off her costume she has used that day. Her true self shows bare upon her skin. She's exhausted from the day. She looks into the mirror and gives it a half-weak smile. The person looking back at her is not her but an actor. She wipes off her make-up and sighs. She stares at her twin image in the mirror.
Things should affect her and she should be able to feel her true self. But she is so used to playing her part that she has lost herself. She doesn't know whom she really is, hiding behind her charades. The image before her is a stranger in her own skin. But the people on the outside world shall never know and never can be told.
A tear slides down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away as though it was never there. The only thing she holds from the stranger in the mirror is her strength. No one really knows her, not even herself. Life is just a show and she plays her part. You see, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Only you can break through the chains of fate that may bind you.