Painted Faces

Those painted faces layers of layers I am recognizing my self little by little shredding my identity imposing a new one, the weak one the first layer my holes are fixed That pathos embedded in me for how long would not imagine what I would look like without them the second layer my blemishes are covered I'm not me anymore how can I be? I have been living with it for years now I am disguised to what? perfection? or Pretention? neither. Third layer and I overcome my insecurity Do I really? Are you happy now Society? I am not, since I hidden my laughing line. Perfection, you say. Now that I don't have dark circles or facial hair or spots on my face its even one tone lighter what else could I have asked? Myself. 'Disgusting' you said, and I should be little concern My looks matters, You can be perfectly Imperfect but cannot be imperfectly perfect. NO. Otherwise, Society will question your feminity Hashtag you CoolTomBoy You can be convenient, but Shouldn't be unconventional There are some gender protocols you know. And not being able to/want to paint my face Makes me any less of a woman? why should I need to prove my feminity by masking my features? I denied painting my face, Similarly, i denied being your 'perfect' woman.