tip the scale
rip the veil

cold and lonely
If only, if only

beauty bought
***** socks

open bandages
blank pages

Just sit there
by yourself

read a book
take a look

in the mirror
your own fear

of the face
that you'll make

demons too real
for you to not feel

their horrid presence
all too malevolent

you're on your own
Sweetheart, you're really alone