Everyday when I wake up,
I put on my regular make-up,
To hide whom I am inside,
And give myself some extra pride.
I paint on my happy smile,
Knowing it�ll only last a while,
But I don�t care,
Because I know life�s not fair.
Then I put on radiant eyes,
Trying to hide my sorrow,
Knowing it hurts to cry,
And hoping I won�t tomorrow.
Next comes the kind caring voice,
I know I don�t have a choice.
It�s vital that I hide my voice that�s real,
That to me is the main deal.
Then come the clothes that hide my pale skin,
And the cuts deep within,
That I put there in vain,
Trying to heal this powerful pain.
Now I�m ready to go on with the day,
Hoping quietly that maybe some way,
Someone will see the me that I hide,
The true person I am deep down inside.
� Kaylan, July 3rd, 2002.
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