Shy and Fearful
Shy and fearful
But why?
What was she afraid of?
That people would see beyond
Her cool exterior
What would that mean?
What they did not know
Was the turmoil she was in
How the scale had become
Both friend and foe
Entangled in one
The hours she spent
Staring into the void
Of the white porcelain bowl
Which would explain
Her bloodshot eyes
Would she ever be happy again?
Is this all life had to offer?
Was this the best she would get?
She hoped not
But what could she do?
