Heads-up
Dewy eyes in front of the mirror
There's an invisible scrape of terror
A light streak of tears on her face
Sadness and longing she couldn't erase
Lingering cloud nine vanished over time
Actions and words couldn't be on rhyme
She be scared to figure it out
A glimpse of guilt with no doubt
Slowly losing her own made vision
Now corrupted into hostile perception
Dark circles and pale skin you'll see
Gone is the bubbly and carefree personality
To trust again will be challenging
Her soul was scarred, it is now raging
Consistency, loyalty and candor
Those are the things she adore
Stop and think again if you may
Approaching her will give you dismay
She'll be difficult to handle and care
It'll be hard to see her bare...but then she dare
