MAKE UP BOX

 Who do u see ?
In that little reflection(mirror )
That You spend hours
To adorn yourself
Into eye pleasing,flawless being
By throwing brushes,pencils
of Multi-coloured paint
All over that tiny face
That is as heAd of rose
reddish hue,sweet smell
But thorns plucked away
As if it has no purpose
Or they don't exist
U are not being yourself
Or anyone of almighty
For When u walk in the rain Or cry...
Those art u draw on face
Drains into nothingness
you are not a thing of beauty
You are just a piece of art
Hung in some museum
Enjoy and admire by all
But no one can take u home..