I don't forget pain.
I minimize it in my head.
Like a make up artist, I get the bruised face of my pain.
I see blue. I see black. I see red.
Not too bad, I tell myself as I get
The foundation - to hide the blemishes.
The contour - we've got to make the good sides pop out.
The blush - how else to show health despite the festering disease within.
The bronzer - I don't have gold but I have bronze. Call me old fashioned but it...