When one has a rough few weeks
She thinks about reverting to old ways
Peeling away the wallpaper she plastered herself in
Ripping open a scab made yesterday, over yesterday
Her world seems to be ripping apart
She can’t change a thing without thinking about it
How easy would it be?
She could go back to long jeans and turtlenecks
No one would suspect a thing during the cold days.

When one has a rough few weeks
She thinks about reverting to old ways
She almost does, then she remembers
Remembers how difficult it is to fix it every time.
She have the scars to prove it.