There is no make-up that hides

the face beneath the skin,

my smiling expression,

sincere at least,

hides the sadness that I cannot

otherwise contain.

You can hide yours with all the eye

shadow you want, all the powder

and ruby red

lipstick coating the snarl, but

it will only ever be varnish

on the surface; underneath

you will always be vain and obnoxious.

Ian D. Hall 2016