NOT REAL

I stare into a mirror. What do i see? I see pink painted lips plastered in a smile that's obviously fake, But no one else notices as i walk by. I see pale skin covered by foundations hiding every imperfection, with strains of sadness and anger but Does anyone notice at all? No not a single glance of worry they accept what is not real. I see brown hair hung up like a bow, can you not see the frayed parts? Can you not see the details i put hours into? Can you not tell that it's all an act that its fake? I see green hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses dotted with sparkles and glints, but their fake instead of happiness they are glimpses of sorrow. Can you see the body covered in bright colors? Can you not see the many hours that i carefully planned this outfit? To make it seem like i'm normal at almost everyone’s request? Can you see the color in my cheeks? Oh it's not color it's simply pink blush giving a false accusation of color to my pale newly covered face. The color of blues and nudes as well as cold and warm colors colliding on my eyelids making the color ‘’pop’’ as you say. Making me ‘’normal’’. Do you not bat an eye at the sudden formation? Can’t you tell it's not real!? Black on my waterline creating the normal eye look that everyone has nothing special or ‘’abnormal’’. Everything appears ‘’normal” at least to your standards. But it's not real! Some sort of fancy shoe adorns my feet ‘’like every young lady should’’ right? Those were your words right? But it's not real! I stare into the mirror this girl who is she? The one staring back at me with those sorrowful eyes those imperfections that made her special nowhere in sight her appearance there only to please others not herself? She’s not real who is she? CRASH! SMASH! Glass litters the floor on the other image i'm on the other side of the mirror. Black hair hanging from her shoulders thick heavy black lining just below her waterline black and whites as well as greys adorn her eyelids no foundation in sight dark black adorning the once pink lips a real smile her face dark colors adorn the once bright clothed body fancy shoes replaced by fat heavy black combat boots her eyes changing colors every now and again she is showing off her imperfections. Who is this girl? She is all real totally real. Why she's me! Not the me you see but the me i see The real me not the fake Me and i won't EVER change myself again Because i love me sure i'm weird crazy even INSANE but i'm special all my mistakes and imperfections you see make ME without them i wouldn’t be Kate or Raven or Kit kat or snow i wouldn't be ME i'd be another person a clone a copy created to fool others well NOT no more i'm me even if i'm weird and if you can't learn to accept ME for ME then you don’t deserve my time none of it!