She just stands there
Staring through the mirror and past the bars
Weaving trembling fingers through damaged hair
Her world is made of scars
Tiles beneath her are stained
Tainted red from the pain
For so long she was contained
Contained within her domain
Created shelters behind egotistical lies
The only walls she knows of
Hiding her wistful disguise
Explaining the disdainful love
Her labyrinth of intimidating hate
Trailing past the faces
The faces that sedate
All the dreaded places
She's a hue of simplicity
But drenched in misguidance
Over taken by toxicity
And ruled by subsidence
Reflections show amorality
As she slowly backs away
Walking across debris
Lost in disarray
Clammy palms search for cement walls
Cold and consumed by years of neglect
Echoing calls
Of disrespect
She roughly slides to the ground
Shirt bunching up from the damaged labyrinth she leans against
Here her secrets are bound
An acceptance she has dispensed
Wounds that swallow her skin
She stares in complete regret
Though overwhelming is this sin
She does not fret
Trapped here
Are stories untold
Condemned by fear
Lies unfold
Broken slivers of rock
Sharpened so that one touch may the skin open for the shadows to see
Her past begins to mock
All that she has set free
A trail of blood
Seeps towards the unwanted light
And so begins the flood
Of self-riddance tonight