Look into her eyes.
Tell me what you see.
Is it sadness?
Rage?
Her untimely demise?
Behind closed doors,
She unfolds.
Taking off the layers
She works so hard
To throw off her saboteurs.
But outside
The safety of her walls,
She fears
For the pain
Of being denied.
Still, she dreams
To shed the skin
And welcome those
Who means no harm;
Someone with no schemes.
Look into her eyes.
There’s sadness.
Rage.
The untimely demise
Of her guise.