She sits in corners

Her eyes red and wheezing
hacking self-loathing into

She smokes black vines,
curling round
thorn scars swirling red blossoms
that ooze crimson

This is the part of me who hides,
A nameless, faceless it
who starves for beauty

She stands outside of life
looking in doorways and widows,
but never stepping in

They all hate me, why bother
committing social suicide again?

Self-defeating, she denies her dreams
and sticks to the mundane
She hides passion behind
downcast eyes and frozen smiles

Shrinking back and screaming for affection,
but knowing no one cares