The mask slips a fraction of an inch
A tear slides down her cheek
It all comes tumbling down.
Everything she worked to build up
The time she spent perfecting
The facade she presented the world.
The trail left by a single tear
Revealed so much once kept hidden
A thin window into a world below.
There are scars on her wrist
And her heart
Marks left from a lost love.
There is poison in her veins
And her brain
An attempt to stop the pain.
There is an emptiness in her stomach
And her soul
Product of wanting to please them.
She frantically tries to repair her mask
To stitch up the laceration
To go back to pretending.