(Im) Perfection

Happiness gone like the sun at night
Laughter dead like a flower in autumn
The luminescent atmosphere
Replaced by a murky purple one

She stares and stares
Her dark black eyes
Are just hollow holes into a
Deep dank well of foreboding loneliness

Her smoky eyes
Smeared by thick, deliberate black strokes are
Misty; hazy with memory
As she recalls the simplicity of the flushed past

Her full, petal shaped lips
Yet to be kissed, protrude forming
A shimmery pink glossy pout
Replacing her eternal smile
Her eyes sullen. Hidden.
Heavy from midnight curled eyelashes,
And the masterpiece displayed upon her lid?
Or are they mirroring her heart?

Her porcelain skin
Is smooth as a rose,
Painted in a splash of color
To hide the fiery imperfections

She hides her emerald dignity in her satchel
Whispers violet secrets to her shiny straight hair
And suppresses her cerulean voice to burble a pink giggle
All to gain confidence
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This poem is about a teenage girl feels the pressure to be perfect and fit in with the crowd by covering up her imperfections with makeup, becoming someone shes not, in the hopes of being pretty and accepted. I tried to do this by appealing to the senses using dark, murky colors, and discriptive words. If you read, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEE leave a comment and give me some feedback! :)