NEVER
As she lies through the grit of her teeth
Of the places she's been, and things she has seen,
Of which we will never know.
She howls at the moon from her bedroom window,
And it rains from the doors of her soul
About the pain inside, the demons within,
Of which we will never know.
The heavy mask upon her skin is painted thicker each day,
Whilst we are deluded by one side of the mirror
By the image she creates to hide the bruised victim beneath,
Of which you will never know.
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