Hmmmm...

I can't really figure this one out, because I'm sick, tired and somewhat delirious. So I'll leave it to someone else to comment

Age

Wet lipstick shines under bright yellow glare,
Amber caught in polished white pearl.
Mauve blush dresses the glowing, fair
face that forms the lithe girl.
Buffed nails drum a happy song—
Keeping the beat for those long
beautiful legs under whimsy cotton furl.

Ten steps take her
beyond earshot and sight.

Fatigue floods in, away from the prying eyes
Burdens weighing on frail, tired frame.
Paint chips off the well-woven lies
she used to keep her name.
Calloused fingers beat a slow dirge—
Fighting to hide the desperate urge
to point them out in blame.