Notice

Why do I blush my cheeks?

   You won't notice.

      I know you won't notice.

Why do I line my eyes?

   I hope you don't notice the lines.

      You won't notice the lines.

Why do I gloss my lips?

   I pray you won't notice

      my glossed over words.

   Maybe you won't notice

      how I gloss my words.

Why do I paint my nails?

   I hope you don't notice

      how I've painted my life.

   Maybe you won't notice

      how I've painted my life

         around you.

Why do I dress up nice?

   I doubt you'll notice

      that I've dressed my wounds.

   You won't notice

      how I've dressed my wounds

          that you've inflicted.

Why do I buckle my high heels?

   I don't think you'll notice

      how my knees buckle.

   You won't notice

      how my knees buckle and

   I've buckled my lips

      to hold in the screams

          that you've drawn from me.

   Maybe you won't notice

      my screams.

You never, ever notice

   anymore.