My Mistress's Facade(Sonnet #2) Poem by _Bright Koketso

She paints on a face
She paints on a face again
She feels out of place
Even though her face is rather plain

She paints on a face
As insecure shadows chase From the rest of the human race
Then caught in an uncertain embrace

She paints on a face a little bit more
She bears little scars that tortures her brain
Has more tins of paint than in a paint store
Yet she's certainly gorgeous plain

She delicately squirts a few sprays on her hair
The flowery scent sweetly lingers the aromatic air