I'll open my eyes
One minute
Before you come
Knock on my
Door
Witness me
Innocent
For once
I'll stand
Gather myself
While I rub last
nights eyeliner
off my eyes
Taste my acrid
Breathe on
My tongue
I'll stretch my back
Examining what
Has changed in
The broken mirror
Has anything changed
Or am I just delusional
Mental
Insane
The asylums call
my name
I'll let the fog settle
Behind my brain
As I gather yesterday's
Clothes
Once again
I'll step into the
Hot misting rain
I'll see stars in
The corner of my eyes
Like I do every morning
As the water
Hits my neck
I'll turn off the
Shower
Feeling alive again
My fingers no
Longer numb
I'll paint my face
A new race
Add fake cheekbones
That society
Thinks I need
I'll make my eyes dark
To companion the
Circles already there
My mouth feels like
sandpaper as
Drown my throat
In bitter roast
I'll put on a dress
Maybe pretty
In pink
Maybe it looked
Nice
I'll force myself
Into skirts that
Looked nicer on the rack
But just puzzle me
Finally I'll throw on jeans
That may be too loose
But make me
Feel as though
I'm comfortable for a while
I'll stare at my face in
The mirror
As I add
Needless product to
My stubborn hair
That never looks
Right
As I brush
My disgusting
Yellow teeth
As I count
The minutes
Before I leave
