she looks in the mirror and
she disgusts herself
she digs her own grave
and she puts herself out
she puts up a story and
paints her own mask
she sits and wonders how
she got so off track
she was on her way
all the way to the top
now she can’t do anything
but beg herself to stop
she sits all alone
in a room she painted black
she cried for independence
but she’s always brought back
she can’t be on her own
and she can’t be by herself
she sits on her knees
and contemplates hell
we all make our own
and she creates the worst
because she sits on her own
and pushes it down her own throat

*(r.e.)