A luxurious bulky canister on the wooden table
Curiosity stirs me up, forcing me to open the hidden mystery.
Blinded by the renewed pairs of contact lenses.
Can I make my vision vibrant?
How can I transform everything evident?
Leaden eyebrow liner pinched into my eye brows.
Am I already an old woman? But made my face anomalous.
Became Sisa’s twin caused by dusky face powder that made me ridiculous.
Eyes get exasperated.
Impugning the chastening mascara!
Beloved lip tint suddenly blasted into my face.
Situate the most perfect curve on my lips paints me sanguine.
Through the piece of crystal of reflection
Had seen a woman wearing a beige dress.
Curly hair, with red lips, so elegant!
She’s, she’s, she’s…
Is she the owner of the canister full of beauty products?
But who is she, behind her make- up?
Who is she without those stuffs?
Someone patted my shoulder,
Just sneered at her.
Noble in painting cosmetics in everyone’s face.
In drawing the perfect curve in everyone’s face, smile.
Well written, who is the one behind the make up.