Human

Makeup is the greatest disguise
It can paint happy smiles
In fear filled eyes
It can cover marks
For nobody to see
It can scream your ready to party
When you're really just ready to bleed.
 
But why do we feel driven
To paint our bodies
In cheery lies?
Why do we think it is necessary
To cloak all the honesty
Behind false constructions of pure bliss
And trap inside
All the monstrous demons
We should expel with the light?
 
Sensitivity is not a disability
And admitting to your emotion
Does not mean you're weak.
Don't remove your heart
From your mind to the point
You don't care whether you live or die-
You cannot save lives,
If you are not alive.
 
You are an emotional creature
No matter what you pretend
It is a fact simply because
You are human-
And unless you are a psychopath
Lacking the ability to feel
Remorse and empathy
You cannot make believe
That you have no feelings.
 
So go scrub your face
Rinsing doll like perfection
Down the swirling drain.
Bush out the spiral curls
You have hair-sprayed into place.
Gently cleanse the cover up from you cuts
And let them breathe in the relief
You found in their creation.
Take off your spotless shoes
And indulge in the sensations
Of running barefoot through tears.