Analysis of undefined beauty

She paints on her face like she does every time the sun 's golden fingertips touch the cold sky, just so that every night her tears can wash it all away, just to please society every coming day, who is she without her painted face? She believes the answer is no one, that she is no one until her face is painted on, her intellect is nothing to anyone, without a painted face, a broken facade, no matter what she does,  everything is undone, until society gets its way, and that's why every coming day,  she walks out unrecognizeable, under her painted mask