The makeup I wear on my face
Runs down at a fast pace
When the tears that I start to cry
Seem to not want to dry
The smiles I've faked
Like cookies too far baked
Laughs that have been admired
But are now fired
Tears that have made stains on my face
Tears that won't find a different place
To run and be free
But seem to remain where they be
All they want
Is for you to wipe them away
But you won't
And they have to see
That the feeling just doesn't exist
Between you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem