Alone in Herself

Alone in herself she sits.

She casts herself away from the external forces that are herself

How can one trust anyone when your own body deemed you unworthy

The antibodies

In this anti body

Are fighting their way to your depletion

And yet you're expected to be chipper.

Alone in herself... she hides

Rocks herself into a trance of self-hate

Body weight, blemishes, hair falling out

Oh but it's okay because "beauty is only skin deep"

Says the woman standing in size threes

Skin of the West Indies

And body sculpted

And in the mirror I am revolted.

Alone in herself... she cries

Yet no tears flow.

For internally the pain is on repeat

Yet, outside a smile is shown

And her heart aches, for what reason, who knows. Mentally she'll be okay

But her hearts on a different show

A different page

A different scene

Pulled out the same dream

Of the poor little girl

Who was happy as can be

And it all ripped away as she grew older

Deaths left and right

Made the youngin get colder...

Alone in herself she sleeps

Yet she's awake

Driving 85 miles down the interstate

11 at night and the roads seem clear

Driving so far

But the destination is near

A car appears

But your foot won't move.

Your speed increases and you're stuck...

A tear sheds out your eye the closer you get

3..2..1 and that time is spent.

Crash... or no?

There's nothing there

Yet your body's aching

11 pm driving and you're hallucinating.

Why does your mind do these things to you? Drown you down, while the devil sings to you. Engulfs you in rage, sadness, and pain... puts you down for the night and awakes you to do it again....

I will never understand the concept...