She sits in front of the mirror On the upholstered stool Her hair swept back, off her face She regards the image she sees She wonders why her reflection Looks so sad, so full of pain As she sweeps the makeup Across the fragile skin of her face She notices the lines by her eyes As she applies the liner she loves She tries to ignore the fact that It no longer makes her look young She blinks away the tears That come from nowhere, it seems As she uses the wand to make Her eyelashes look full, and dark Her lips tremble as she Applies the lip liner Then the lipstick To make her smile brighter Her hand shakes as she Puts the lipstick down Looks into the mirror And sees what she has done The image is complete Her mask is in place No one will notice She is wearing a disguise She turns away, Not wanting to see What she has done She is the only one not fooled A poem by Tammy� 2000 musci: "Show Must Go On" - Pink Floyd