Its true, you have to streamline the thoughts you portray across.

Its like Make Up you see..

You DAB it on, make sure no part of your face is left 'clean'. You make it so perfect in all its artificial glory that people hardly notice your black spots. Your facade is brilliant in its composition. But why, why would you take so much trouble ? Is it a trepidation ?

 

I think its cos you think it makes you look 'better' than what you really are. And finally when you decide to call it a day and you want to rest your head on that soft pillow back home, you hang up your dress to dry, pick up those heels that nearly sprained your ankle and keep them back safely in your shoe rack and finally you wash it off, you wash it all off..The art you created, The colors which you think gave you the confidence for the evening, the make up that you took hours to get right lest it stains your snow white pillow or maybe even your face faster and forever. 

How contradictory. 

You know the sound at the back of your head asks you the same question almost every other time and the question happens to be,

Are you Natural ? Are you Real ?

Why are you absolving yourself in this race for artificiality?

A race you wouldn't be part of had it been another day,another time..