you're fortunate she says
How can she judge
From the materialistic outside shell
The hidden interior battle shields the inside
Shooting bullets of uncertainty
Shattering the nerve endings
Crushing the esteem built from childhood
Coating every fibre with tears
Keeping its silence locked
in chains deep within

Very fortunate she says
Yet the battle continues to scrape the edges of destruction
But she cannot see
She is oblivious to it all
Because it is hiding
- taking shelter in the trenches of my fragile body