Oneday while I was getting ready-
I looked up in the mirror ,
There was someone staring back at me..
Someone I knew intimately but could barely recognise now..
Someone who terrified me,
Someone who should have been but isn't anymore.
Her eyes looked so beautiful with the delicate stroke of mascara but still there was something missing,
That hint of innocence or the guilt free conscious perhaps...
Her kajal could not hide the tears that she had cried over the years,
Her concealer could not conceal the bags that had formed from sleepless nights,
The red lipstick glowed on her perfectly curved lips but there was something only I could notice,
A slight quiver at the corner of her lips;
The feeling of unsurety she tries so hard to camouflage.
The golden blush with a tinge of pink did little to hide the darkness growing inside her.
I saw a girl with the most beautiful makeup but somehow she is not the girl that once was...
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