Troubled Tresses

She's always changing up her do. She has to have her hands in the mess. She hides behind her concealer concealing her blemished inner secrets hoping no one will see beyond her perfect foundation down to her cracked inner core. She can't keep her mind straight so she curls her troubled tresses. They fall flowing weightless past her shoulders riddled with heavy boulders. She applies and reapplies layers of shiny gloss to her pout as a distraction tactic from her venomous words. The prettier she looks on the outside the easier it is to hide the lies she bears inside her ragged heart. She runs her fingers seamlessly through her luscious locks like a river flowing over century smoothed rocks. Her skin looks like porcelain while her spirit is as delicate as a china doll. She's been here before so she puts on a pretty floral dress and twirls until she becomes as dizzied as her world is. Her stilted heels click on the floor as she sashays down the corridor and out the door chunkin' a deuce with her colorfully painted single filed fingernails behind her. Matching toes like camo wrapped in the straps of her wedges wearing so much flashy jewelry that she sends blinding beams like a prism in the window as she goes. She doesn't mind at all being noticed, being the room's main focus. It's ok to be admired from afar but as soon as someone makes an attempt to come close she's staring in her phone screen again because the truth is she really doesn't want to be seen, not up close. She is still hurt but her halo still glows. Her lashes are matted in at least 4 coats of mascara, lids lined in black, brown or blue to ensure her free-flowing tears are kept secure. She strategically applies shiny highlighter to her cheek bones because she knows it reflects the light on her face not revealing the darkness she's buried inside. Why the flawless façade? Nothing will ever change her on the inside despite the beauty she portrays on the outside. Ugliness creeps and crawls beneath her skin and no amount of make-up remover will remove it. She sweeps her troubled tresses from her dark eyes in hopes that no one will ever notice the mess she so carefully tries to hide. Can you see her? She's sitting right beside you behind her rosy lip-lined smile. Tell her she's beautiful once in a while.