a dramatic monologue
As soon as I wake up
I must apply makeup
Steps done in exact order
To soothe my appearance disorder
I’m hiding behind a mask
To escape scrutiny’s grasp
One day I’m too thin
The next I’m too fat
People criticize my skin
Everyday feels like combat
Stand in front of the mirror
Start with prep and prime
Next is some shimmer
Then my eye I outline
Foundation applied as a base
Wrinkles I rid
Redness I erase
Brows are full
Shadow on the lid
Lips colourful
Once I’m done
I step back
At myself I stun
I swear I’m not a megalomaniac
Then a million pictures I take
Where my face is all fake
“So why all the makeup?” one may ask
Appearance is my ultimate task
Because my life is over publicized
Without makeup, I would never be prized
I’d be no one
I’m just trying to keep up with the Kardashians
Hoping my name too will have meaning for eons