Deadly game of Hide and seek, Counting down rather Than up, Watching the pounds Simply melt away. Countingto ten as Her smile glints from Discovering herself. Deeper, deeper, Crimson lines finally Sinking to the bone. Pearl white glaring Up into the Candle-lit room. Counting in the corner again, Waiting for someone to Take control, To tell her what to do. "Fish are for scales, Why do you listen To the media's shit?" She slips away under The cover of darkness, And hides in her little world Of hide and seek. Old scars and fresh scabs Screaming out into the air, Like a girl drowning and Gasping for air. She's been playing the Game for so long, That she doesn't see why The other's can't play with her. "Seventeen, eighteen, Nineteen, twenty. I'm going to find you!" Head in her hands while Her tears steadily hit the floor, And she looks at the girl in The mirror. The only person willing to Play hide and seek, That deadly dangerous Counting game. "Can you find me yet?"