Building up your status just for thrill of the fall you pray for ,
You found being predictable more than miserable ,
as if it was some sort of torture that separated the vulnerability and the ignorance in your eyes,
It took your guard down and allowed an insight
to your truly isolated life that you save for your midnight breakdowns.
You , between the sheets , a layer of sweat is your protection ,
you lay shaken , short , shivering,
Your immune system has created a new sort of infection ,
that can only cause destruction towards yourself and the ones you choose to let in .
They had always called you out for your perfection
But looking in the mirror,
At your own reflection,
You can only see what you've done to yourself
and you've never felt so ugly in your life.
However , that is only a thought-
And a thought isn't always right.
I thought beauty was plain and simple until my friends couldn't see the beauty that belongs to you.