When night falls,
Blood will stain these walls
As silence fills an empty house
Inside this mind.
We dare not ask what to think
When she carves her name
Into her arms,
Softly whispering,
As if in a trance of dreams.
She curls her hair,
Wearing the ribbons,
Tightening the bows,
Pretending whatever expression
They force her to know.

In daylight she is what
Everyone has come to love.
At night she seethes with rage,
Unable to fight.
If God could hear her cries
Would even He be able to save
This wretched child, this shadow, this disguise?

During the day she is
Whatever they want her to be.
At night she tears away her flesh,
Breaking apart at every seam.
For what kind of life is it
To be loved by all,
But hated by yourself?
To have everything,
And yet nothing at the same time?

She will paint the darkness
With her tears,
Unknown to anyone what she fears.
And in the morning she will wake
To hide the broken pieces,
The scars from yesterdays.

Very nice write. You can feel so much through your words, good job.

this

I find it compelling...

thanks to both MzEm and d4tc