Self Conscious

Standing in front of the mirror,
She paints on her mask
Of makeup
With the morning sun
Reaching through her window
To provide light.
She piles layers upon layers
Of clothing
On her body as well,
To take away her shape.
Every morning is the same.
She does what she can
To hide her real face and body
From the view of others
Because she’s afraid
Of what they will think,
And of the looks they would give her.
If it’s too ugly for her own eyes
That are used to it
To look at,
Then how would anybody else
Manage to look at her
Without giving her a look
Of disgust?
Whether or not
The colors match
Is unimportant;
All that matters
Is hiding
Her true self.
The level of begging
People do
To convince her
To show herself
Will never work;
She will always refuse
Until she is happy with what she sees.