Doll Face

She rises from the bed after a restless, frustrating night.
She walks into the bathroom and reflected in the mirror is a blank face, drained of color and emotion.
On the counter sits a variety of colors and brushes ready to create the portrait of a happy young woman.
She sighs heavily and looks over the tools, ready to begin constructing.
She slowly picks up a brush and begins working.
Eyes.
They disappeared long ago when she realized they were windows to her soul.
They told a story of a tortured past...full of heartache and pain.
One day she just couldnt take it anymore and rubbed them right off of her face.
Nose.
Always running because she was always crying.
Tears were always her release...
One day she blew and wiped so hard to get it off of her face.
She never had to cry again.
Mouth.
Smiles...what she was known for displaying.
Always using her smiles to mask her pain.
One day she hit rock bottom and her smile cracked.
It shattered into thousands of pieces on the floor below her.
Never again would someone hear her choked sobs and begs for forgiveness.

So now she must wake up every morning to create a character that no longer exists. She died long ago when the strain became too much.
She looks at the reflection of a seemingly happy woman.

This is a different woman.
She can now take whatever it is you would like to dish out.
She can handle the lies.
She can handle the empty promises.
She can handle the pain.

With her smile painted on, she is ready to go and pretend to be another happy face.
Behind this mask of deceit, no one will ever know.