If you look at me,

You will see the shell of a girl.

Another pretty face,

But it's all fake.

Paint and powder,

Clay and curtains,

Concealing the shadow inside.

If you look in me,

You will see an empty hole.

Sucking up everything

And transforming it

Into slimy pestilence.

A hole that hurts from emptiness

And hurts if it's ever full.

If you look through me,

You will see my ghost.

Wailing to be set free,

Yet muted into complete silence.

Every night she screams

And is heard by no one.

If you see me,

You will start looking.