The Girl With No Face

There she sits

Pretty and perfect

With a painted on face

And a cute little dress

But take away the makeup

And you'll find

A girl with no face

Her features are blank

Her eyes are glazed

And she doesn't make such a pretty picture

Then if you take the dress too

You'll see a canvas of pain

Carved into her very skin

No place untouched by scars

And she no longer looks so perfect

But tomorrow is a new day

And she'll have a new face painted on

This one has a smile and wide blue eyes

She looks so innocent

But now you know the truth

You know what the pretty and perfect girl hides

That she isn't so pretty

And she's nowhere near perfect

She knows you know too

But she says nothing

Because that would make it real

It would take away the illusion she lives in

And the girl with no face would be left with nothing

She wasn't always like this you know

There was a time when she had a face

A pretty one too

One with a smile and brown eyes to match

But them she started to paint herself different colors

One day her skin was green

Because that was the cool girl in classes favorite color

And because of that paint she was noticed

Then the layers added on

Blue today

Pink tomorrow

Black yesterday

And when she went finally went home to wash off the paint

She found she no longer had a face

She no longer knew who she was behind the paint

So she got out a knife and tried to look inside

To find herself

But she found nothing

And the number of scars did grow

And soon she was as she is now

Tarnished and wrecked

Behind a pretty and perfect painted face

She doesn't know who she is

But she'll keep painting

And she'll keep looking inside

Because that's all she knows how to do anymore

She has lost herself

And I don't believe the real her

Will ever be found

A poem about depression, cutting, masks, and losing yourself. Hope someone likes it.