The Concealer

I woke up this morning feeling like shit.
I stood in front of the mirror and did not like what I saw.
I recently went through another heartbreak.
Sleepless nights, puffy eyes, and so on.
And you have to sit right there,
And listen to me talk about it,
Because no one else would.
I know that it seems pathetic and rather childish to everyone;
to talk about one's first heartbreak.
And on some level, deep down, I think so too,
But that doesn't make things any better.
I am still unhappy with what I see in that mirror!
I actually put on a concealer when I woke up.
After years of making jokes about heart-broken girls,
There I was, standing one morning in front of the mirror,
Trying to figure out how to get rid of those puffy eyes.
I just can't accept the fact that I had fallen so easily,
I just can't!
I go back to bed,
I try to pretend that the day hasn’t started yet,
And that I can go back to bed and pretend that the world has stopped for me.
That life has paused, so that I can grieve all I want.
But I couldn't, because I could see the sunlight through my curtains.
Yes, it's a new day,
And no, the world didn’t and wouldn’t ever stop for me.
As much as I would like to think so,
And I just have to pick up my tissues, dry my tears, and get going.
Where is that concealer?

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