At school I walk with borrowed confidence,
Long lashes, a soft pretense.
They see a version, bright and flawless,
But never the fragile heart within.
Before the morning alarm rings,
I stand in front of the mirror.
I draw a brave smile on my skin,
And hide my tears in the corners.
If I wipe off the eyeliner,
If I erase the colors away,
Would anyone still stay
For the real me… not the display?
Between two faces I’m living,
One for them… one I’m hiding.
I laugh out loud when they’re around,
At night I’m the girl still crying.
Tell me…
If they knew my truth,
Would they still love me?
Or only the view?
He saw me once without disguise,
And something gentle filled his eyes.
No fear, no shock, no cruel surprise,
Just quiet warmth I can’t deny.
Maybe beauty isn’t a filter,
Or contour shaping who we are.
Maybe it’s a heart that’s beating,
Bravely glowing through
I want someone to hold my hand,
And say I don’t need to pretend.
Your bare eyes without mascara
Are brighter than perfection can defend
