Self Conciousness Poem by Amy

Every time I look
In the self-conscious mirror
The only thing I see
Is destruction and terror

I brush and I brush
To get my hair right
But I reach for perfection
But its nowhere in sight

I splash on my blusher
I smother it on
But it wont do the trick
Something is wrong

I paint on my lipstick
But it doesn’t work
The smell of insecurity
Is around and it lurks

I put shadow upon
My intricate eyes
To try and cover
My memories and lies

Finally I reach for
The flannel and poof
I rub off my make up
And uncover the truth