Behind The Mask

Behind the mask she lies- caked
Much too much make-up, black and dark
Her wrists are scarred- thin marks
Sad glints of anger- her eyes have no hope
The jewelry on her neck is tight as it chokes

Who is she? What is her story?
From the day she was born until today
Is her look a rebellion? Is it confusion?
The pathetic state of her mind’s prostitution?

Stare at her for a few minutes- study her face
Soft gentle features- eyes watering with tears
Black lipstick- wash it off- smooth lips
Underneath the raggedy jeans- sexy hips

So beautiful behind a mask of powder
Ugly make-up and eye liner- shame
Who is she? What is her name?
What is the source of such pain?

Call her the girl behind the mask
When was it that she lost that trust?
In life, reason, and the forces above?
Does she have friends she once loved?

Her innocent childhood lost long ago
See the scars of deep wounds- self inflicted
The torment of her soul’s deep confliction
Perhaps the loneliness has her addicted?

Look at this stranger- she is beautiful
Does she not realize what she has?
Apparently not- caked and covered
It’s such a bummer of a blunder- truly

I was out walking just now. I saw a girl sitting on the bus stop. She was caked in dark goth like make-up truly ugly as shit. She was wearing raggedy ass clothes and you could see the scars on her wrist from when she cut herself. But then I looked at her again and looked beyond her powdered caked face. And I realized this girl was indeed beautiful, if she was dressed in average everyday clothes I would even go as far as saying she would be hot as hell. But here she was dressed in this way, with this look of sadness and depression on her face. So as I walked back home I wrote this in my head and then put it to paper. I wonder.... what was her story?