Painted

Painted

Painted smiles camouflage the genuine feelings of,
Anger Pain and Emptiness
Tears wet the surface fusing all negative emotions…
Her reflection,
This illustrated clown,
Bound by past impressions of brokenness…
She masks the damages with false hope,
Covering, Layering, Coating, Lacquering,
Until she can no longer distinguish,
Real from Fake…
Truth resembles Lies…
Disoriented…
Up seeming Down…
Left, feeling Right…
Her facade this mirage is,
Abstract…
She and only she can see these infractions,
The defectiveness of her canvas,
While others gaze, peer and stare at her design,
Admiring the complexities of her composition,
To her these obscurities are perplexing…
Wondering when the relief of the makeup remover will take affect…
Curious as to when her reflection will mirror her true self…
Wanting to understand that it is her with paint brush in hand,
Applying all the wrong pigments,
Increasing the intensity of negativity,
She no longer wants to do this…
Glued the feeling of brush in hand…
This routine has become so habitual,
This ritual of self hate,
The repression of self esteem is an art..
Depressing the pressure of self love is repulsive,
And the truth behind the meaning of it all…
Paint thinner applied with love,
Can dissolve the dark film that has overwhelmed her spirit,
Departing negativity,
Leaving a clear face,
For positivity to illuminate.
Through her smile..

(c) Alicia Adanna 2013

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