Gazing into the mirror, as she adjusts her tempo, she hopes this wont end the way it had before.

A  beautiful chill of bewilderment slowly creeps up her spine, it's the outcome which has her unsure.

Methodically she chooses the perfect mask, one which she is able to hide herself in.

Silently she tries to prepare herself, slowing the constant stir ,she knows that the show will soon begin.

A lonley marrionet , standing alone in a cast of a million unfamilar faces.

A fever of anticipation rages inside of her skin, full of frustration so the floor she paces.

The performance thats given demands petfection if she wants to prove to the world she's okay.

Hopefully this can make them keep their distance, and for a moment keep the wolves at bay.

She's lively, and lovely and gorgeous
But she has the saddest eyes I have ever seen.
A constant dazed look of anxiety
glistening with tears
gathered at the waterline,
that's covered in a dark substance
which
she thinks will somehow transform her eyes,
so close to falling over the edge
and rolling down her cheeks,
which she thinks are too chubby,
getting diverted into the indent beneath her nose,
which she thinks is too big,
to roll over her lips,
which she thinks are too thin
and only serve to hold back
feelings,
that she thinks are too stupid to share

This poem was written for you
Since you've found out life is nothing but hard
No need to mention names
I'm sure you know who you are

Where the only feeling you have
Is that brutal slap in the face
That life in all of it's tragedy
Seems to have strategically placed

At it's very best, this poem
Is a shot in the dark
Firing a glimmer of hope
Piercing the hardest of hearts

It will stand up and honestly say
What we find we can't say for ourselves
Picking out of the blue, what it was meant to
Leaving behind everything else

It's meant to clear the over grown path
Straight to the lost lonely heart
Using all of it's poetic means
To lift you up from where you are

Though it may not be in the running
It still is in the race
Giving just the right measure
Of that much needed grace

This poem is for those lost and alone
With no promise to show in hand
Those sitting at the table empty
Giving up on life's demands

It's here to bring about a change
To help you see through your minds eye
This poem was written for you
At just the right time in your life