A Raw Beauty

Posing tall and standing strong,

Is a lady who believes fake is not wrong,

I start sketching her golden orbs,

Successfully capturing her broken soul,

A jaw so sharp and a smile so bright,

She manages to convince she's seemingly alright,

Her hair is hidden by an ombre wig with care,

And my hand began to sketch her raven hair,

With every sharp stroke of mine,

There's a lady full of chaos, silently forming with a smile,

A raw beauty caked with makeup,

Being caught truthfully straight up,

By an artist's eye,

And a psychologist's mind.