I am poem

“I AM”
I am the mascara and eyeliner running down a young girls face
I wonder why people make others cry rivers
I hear myself crying and yelling in the inside like a new born baby
I see her mother yelling and screaming, making me come down her own daughters face
I want her to stop, but now it’s too late I am running slowly and steadily down her face
I am the mascara and eyeliner running down a young girls face

I pretend not to listen to her cruel words breaking me like shattering glass
I feel my cold, wet self running down her cheek
I touch her lips as I make my way slowly down
I worry her mother might see my transparent and lonesome self
I cry “stop, your words stab her heart like a knife”
I am the mascara and eyeliner running down a young girls face

I understand her worry of motherly love but
I say the young girl loves her mother no matter what
I dream of them together as a happy family so
I try to make it happen by showing my self
I hoped it would happen someday but right now
I am the mascara and eyeliner running down a young girls face