The Cheerleader:

I have a special powder-concealer

I keep atop my bureau

And when I want to go outside,

I’m sure to use some.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen

If one day I were to go away

And speak to those “close” to me

Without my outside-face

And red-painted grin.

I think on it, and ponder it,

And in the end, don’t answer.

For I am more afraid

To go out one day without, to show my fragmented soul, than

Any make-up induced skin cancer.