Fear in her eyes
smiles for disguise
solemn tears from a bruised self esteem
and a heart accustomed to
the art of scream-ing.
so she stares long and often
into the mirrors of her soul
and watches it's warm tenderness
turn ice cold
and its deserted corridors
and a need to self disintegrate.
terrorized by this demon named "society"
and the plastic coating of
the compact box labelled "beauty",
her head is clutched in-between her knees
in this opaque space
void of a key.
she waltzes with who's left of in her heart-despair
to the ballad of her soul's tragedy.