Self-Confidence: A Poem

Reflection. Staring back at me.

A tone of deception. Etched in the lines of my face, I see.

Eyes. Not quite so bright like they used to be.

A random disguise. Making me not seem who I really am, but for the moment, I'm free.

I can be anyone. Underneath this pale skin covered in makeup.

But when the day is done...can I still be the one they used to trust?

I'm designed flawlessly. Yet I still see physical faults.

Gazing at my reflection intensely. Isn't there a lesson here to be taught?

They say this beauty is fleeting. Only skin-deep but to a remarkable few.

No matter with what I'm doing to this face, no matter with what I'm treating...still it's invisible to you.

I wish you'd look at me, like I was the most beautiful creation. Yet you only see others.

To be regarded as beautiful would be an amazing sensation. So I'm lost in these products made to cover...my flaws.

Despite my dream to be pleasant to your gaze, I'm lost in this world of despair.

If only I could make that feeling inside you blaze. But I realize now, you will never truly care...for me.

Do I dare to wipe my face plain? And see what comes of it?

Would any suitors remain? Would I matter to anyone else, if even a little bit?

I'm curious to see, who would be left, after I've removed my mask of color.

I haven't found the strength, to do that yet. Can I do it? I'm not too sure.

One day I might get the courage, to bare my true face for all to see.

Then my lines could grow and flourish, and I'd truly be showing the world the real me.

Today is the day. I'm ready to render myself makeup-free.

Is this the way? That others will forever see me?

It's not so bad. A few people notice.

I'm no longer sad. For I've made my leap, and I've done what I always used to wish.

I've shown the world my true self. I've shined in my own skin.

I've gained a confidence no amount of products can change, and I no longer need their help. This is the battle I knew I could win.