Another Layer of Make Up On..

To cover up this face..
To hide the bruises, and the scars..
because to you I am a "disgrace".

One hit for good measure..
Another just for fun.
Then the morning comes again..
No guilt for what you've done.

Do you know that they stare at me?
They ask if I'm okay.
I always smile, pretend, I lie..
What am I supposed to say?

I say nothing, just put on another layer,
cover myself with a mask.
If they don't see the blue.. the black..
well surely, they won't ask.

And tonight it will be the same thing..
but tonight I'll be alone.
Because everyone else will have left..
but I'm stuck in this broken home.