I Depression Has Killed My Entire Life

Concealed. She pulls into the parking lot. She takes one look into the review mirror, catches a glimpse of herself, and turns away in disgust. She opens her purse, takes out the $50 makeup kit and gets to work. She tries to cover up her flaws, modify her face. No one is allowed to see her at her worst. She doesn't dare let the mask flake off. la<x>yer after la<x>yer of mascara, eyeshadow, and lip gloss until she is completely concealed, and no amount of who she really is can be seen. No amount of her exposed. Every part of her hidden from the rest of the world. She can feel herself getting older and disfigured, making it easier to see her real identity. No one can ever know who she really is behind those eyes. No one can ever know that in reality she is broken.