I did some writing on the thoughts - here is a short poem to share:

What is a pretty picture?
Is truth something to hide behind
Walls fortified by someone else's schemes
Foundation powder concealer powder
To make it the victim of its own means
Blush bronzer shadow liner unseam
Paint a pretty picture no particular dreams
Lipstick mascara
Subordinate beings

I do wear makeup sometimes though, just for the record. No offense it's a shorter version of a longer writing I made. Thank you for your conscious presence!