To Aid

To aid her insecurities she throws on
Two more words to her sentence,
Healing her useless self with
Those false truths.

And she smiles again, but
In the mirror she catches her reflection.
She fancies it shatters,
And runs so she doesnt scream.

Her world spins and she realizes how much
She hates herself, but that she
Has to try, doesnt she?
Even when she doesnt want to...

The smile fades away and the mirrors are all
Covered with black veils,
For their own protection, she whispers,
But really it's for her own.

She tries to bury herself in a pile of dust but
When she is pulled out, she is still alive--
Just dirty.
At herself, she finds laughter.

But the world doesnt stop spinning for her
Repetitive stupidity, she soon finds out.
The world can dance and dance, but still she will
Be the hateful creature she finds herself being.

So she takes her marionette and calls it
Another of her fantastical names,
Pretends it's her and lets herself
Drift to far off worlds with the
Visible magic.

Someday she knows that she will, once more,
Awake.
But for now she is content with
Flying in her dreams and
Singing songs that only she can hear.