Make-Up Face

Pretty girls,
in a tear drop world.

They cannot know that
as they dance their heart
is not the only one plotting
it's next move.

And those pretty girls,
in that tear drop world
put shining smiles on their faces
while hiding what they really feel
under a mask of over exagerated make-up.

I see one
I know her well,
a still, grounded body
in a sea
of pounding motion.
She hasn't woren enough make-up today,
I can read every bit of her face.

As much as i think i would like her to stay,
she is silently and selfishly breaking herself away.
And leaving the ones who care behind.
she has this illusion that they care more.

But when she gets there through her distroying means,
she'll realize all's not what it seems,
and the path she took to get there
will lead back to a wasteland of her former life.

I frown, they see
and ask what's wrong,
"Nothing."
I've let her tear drop world
make my make-up run.