“Red Lipstick”


I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.
Talking to myself
’cause no one else is here;
“What’s wrong with me?”
I ask the reflection in the mirror.
“Can you be more specific?”
asks the person that I see.
“Why am I alone?
What’s wrong with me?
I know I’m getting older;
but I’m really not that bad.
I’ve gained a little weight,
but really I’m not fat.
Is there something missing?
Something I don’t see?
What’s it all about?
What’s wrong with me?”

I squint at my mirror
not liking what I see,
the lights are so evil
the ones at my bathroom sink.
The truth is there
it’s staring straight at me
every wrinkle, every line;
all so plainly seen.
“Hello in there!
I know you hear me!
Always so talkative,
now you won’t speak…..”

“I try to tell you;
but you don’t listen.
You worry about nonsense
instead of what your missing.
Stop dwelling on things,
letting life pass you by.
Sands of time don’t stop,
don’t even try.
Put on your red lipstick
embrace the day;
don’t be afraid,
say the things you want to say.”

I get close to my mirror;
face to face.
I see all my flaws,
with my finger I trace.
I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.

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