You look at me, but you don't seem to notice.
You stare, but you don't see.
You don't see because I won't let you.
The masques and Paint I wear
hide what is beneath.
And you only see what can be seen.
You don't let me relieve myself of the burden of fake cosmetics.
Why don't you want to discover me?
Are you scared of what you might find?
Or am I?
