Today, the hideous beast escaped again and shit all over my face.
Rosacea, you evil fucking bitch.
I am hiding behind mounds of concealer, foundation, powder and mascara.
Can you see me?
I am all I see,
everywhere I look there is a reflection of the face I am trying to run away from.
I spend hours trying to hide the evidence, applying, reapplying, erasing, filling every pore to capacity, I am never satisfied. The lines not right, unevenly placed, ill defined.
And now what? What is it for?
I am hiding, no one will see me today.