Her insecurities ooze out of her
as she runs her black fingernails through her hair
repeatedly restyling
pushing the food around her plate
like she's fooling some one
as if no one knows
that she hasn't eaten a bite in months
everyday she comes in
and does the same thing
she's waiting for something
she doesn't know what
just waiting for it to come
something that could save her
something to change her
something.or anything at all