Red Lipstick

She wore red lipstick on her lips, glittery and bright ,

To distract people from her past she was trying to hide ,

She carefully wiped her eyes  ,

To make it seem that everything was alright ,

But her eyes held a story like she just fought a war ,

And the make up she put covered every part that had ever been torn ,

She walks the roads bringing sunshine in the rain,

Yet the candles that burn for her couldn't compare to her pain,

She is a warrior who gracefully covered every part of her that has ever been stained ,

In this society she lost her place ,

Is it her fault that the Gods decided to put her through this awful game ,

Was it her fault that she was raped ?

She would be in a greater place if she was dead ,

But if you see her you’ll never know that she once bled , begging for death ,

Damaged and hurt nobody could look her in the eye ,

Satan stood there with his devilish smile ,

God stood silent through this entire time ,

What is left of her life ?

The red lipstick on her face is something that will always stay ,

It’s the mark of blood that will always remain ,

Something she’ll never be able to wash , the most disgusting stain ,

But you’ll never hear her complain,

She’s still find happiness and tries to forget the pain,

Unsuccessfully ,this world may have tried to break her apart,

They couldn’t tame the lion hiding in her heart,

And there is still something about her I will never figure ,

When she speaks , her voice doesn’t even have an ounce of fear