The artist....

Paint is the medium of choice

brush in hand, she takes short strokes

first painting the skin that holds a story

next the eyes, painstakingly painting in the happiness with accuracy

then for the mouth, a faint smile of carnation pink

now the hair, neat, straight and angled

she now takes a step back, admiring her work

the perfect mask to fool the world

the only one who can see the girl dying inside

is the one in the mirror, looking into her eyes