Flawless

My mother is like a flawless painting
Restored time and again
The brush strokes even and careful
Every colour calculated to extremes

The details impeccable and fitting
For such a masterpiece as this
The gloss and sheen is artifice
To hide what lies beneath

The few hideous streaks that started it all
Covered up time and again
A new layer of paint
A correction here and there
It all comes together to mask the original

The gilded frame lures the eye away
Gold intricacies to keep you from digging deeper
The happiness painted into that beautiful painting
Is plastered in place and utterly fake
It means nothing, there only to trick you

The background is plain, but detailed
Designed to keep your focused eyes scanning for mistakes
Those rouged lips upon that golden sun
Looks ready to spew lovely falsities

This supposedly flawless masterpiece
Is full of lies indeed
This supposedly flawless masterpiece
Isn't as flawless as it seems