A soft scent tickles my nose
As a vision of Perfection passes
Amanda.
A delicate beauty that haunts me.
She carries an air of confidence.
A mask of happiness.
But ancient eyes tell a different tale.
Am I the only one who sees?
For everyone smiles and laughs.
No one really looks.
I'm not sure of her secret.
But I want to know.
I need to tell her she isn't alone.
Nobody sees me either.
Not really.
Just like nobody sees her.
Not the inside.
I look into those eyes and I fear.
I feel the demons devouring her soul
Taunting her towards the edge
And I know that I am powerless.
How do you fight the demons of a stranger
When you are invisible
And have already been devoured by your own?