She cries and screams at the accusations unsaid
But really she’s battling the darkness in her head

Writhing her fingers in the palm of her hand
Sweating, pacing, yet still her feet stand

Movement everywhere surrounding her skies
But the blinding light covers up her cries

Mouth wide open, yet no sound comes out
But look in her eyes, you’ll see the monster pounce.

In these lives of yours and mine
Which self will be revealed in the troubling times?