Duality

She asked me to spread water proof foundation

On her pretty face.

Her words were as pleasant as her eyes,

When she smiled her teeth were like pearls,

And her mellifluous voice,

Strengthened the compassionate

and uplifting adjectives

She would bestow upon us.

She helped people too,

The rich, the famous

And also the poor,

But had to relay 

The stories of her compassion

Among her friends.

She was raised to the altar of being

An epitome of grace and kindness.

One day in a ladies room,

She splashed water on her made up face.

Accidentally or by an act of providence.

I was dumbstruck to behold,

The ugly reality that was concealed

Within a lovely facade,

The words were conceited,

A way to adjust with society,

To garner goodwill,

Her heart was pit of darkness,

With no kind words for anyone.

As I listened patiently

To every condescending adjective

she bestowed upon her friends.

I realized this duality is reality.

She then dabbed the make up to perfection,

Put on the pretty facade

And proceeded to go into society,

Fluttering like an innocent butterfly.