i put makeup on to look pretty, to look like someone im not. i wake up early to do my hair, wash my face, curl my lashes, put on makeup. just so i can get a few nice words. i dont feel “pretty” in my own skin anymore. i’d like to pretend im someone im not. but when in the dim light of my bathroom, or in the darkness in my room, or when i stand infront of my mirror. i realize. its just a pig with lipstick.