Always long sleeves
Tight jeans
Never a crop top,
Tank top,
Or halter top in sight.
 
Never questioned
Or noticed.
Even the summer
Showed no interest
In what she wore over
And what she wore under.
 
She was decorated in
Necklaces,
Headbands,
Anklets,
But never bracelets.
 
She was decorated in
Battle wounds,
Angry scars,
Nasty lines,
But never anything pretty appeared
 
There underneath
Where underneath
No one would look.

Why?
She tried
Too much.
She was tired
Too much.
She cried
Too much.
Why?
Too much.
 
High,
Cry,
Try,
Why?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
 
Take it.
All of it.
None of it.
Some of it.
One of it.
When will all of it
Leave
Leave
Leave?
 
So who would know?
Where she was
Why she was
What she was
When she was
Gone
Gone
Gone
 
Done.