Layers

They see a beautiful portrait

An illusion of grace

They don’t see snapping jaws or clashing fangs

They see what the monster makes

 

She’s always kind and generous

Unless you really know;

The cauterization of her pain

Happens so far deep below

 

Perfection and criticism run before

The hungry greed of anger

On the surface all is calm and still

Unless you see the cracks within her

 

She can shatter in an instant

But she’s never really gone

Down where the monster’s waiting

She stays empty and alone

 

On the surface, she is lovely

And even somewhere deep within

But, you see, the monster’s forged her

In a battle she can’t win

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