Waiting For The World To Change

I stand there.
In front of my bathroom mirror.
First layer goes on, shaky.
Tears well at the corners of my eyes.
I take some tissue,
And I soak up my nerves.
Jittery,
I apply the second layer.
No one will notice the bruising.
Minutes fly by.
I frantically apply the pale foundation:
Remember, to make it even,
I have to neutralize the dark, with light.
It hurts,
And I let out a sob.
I have work in ten minutes,
And I still have to find a long sleeved shirt.
It hurts to slide the thermal over my skin.
I wince,
And I bite my lip.
4 minutes to get to work.
I throw on my shoes,
Toss my earphones in,
And pretend.

You don't know a thing about me
Matty B.