HiddenIt's hard to be tough on the outsideHidden by unordinalwhimsey
When on the inside I’m falling apart
To relive the person I once was
Makes me feel like I’ve had a false start
My emotions are wild and I’ve hit a wall
The tension is building me thin
My hair has been cocked to a mannish disguise
To illustrate the dilemma I’m in.
The mirror refracts an impartial mire
That describes the person that’s me
To lean on the love that has tempered me
Takes away from my selfless physique.
Promises for a FoolDeath lied to her.
It told her walking barefoot through the forest would be as safe as a fairy tale. It said her skeleton was strong as steel, that windstorms would not break her bones. Death made her reckless; death made her a daring, rule-breaking dreamer who lived in a house of cards.
Winter deceived her.
Winter told her it meant no harm, told her all she needed was a jacket made of thistles to protect her from its sharp bitter claws. Winter turned her skin pale, her lips blue. Winter nearly killed her, it weakened her. Winter played a dangerous game, but it never lost, Winter was cunning, Winter was a cheater in a game with no rules.
Time would be the end of her.
Time made her run, quick as eyes blink, with steps that crushed the autumn leaves that had already fallen victim to time's deceitful tricks. TimeDeath's best friendturned her from a daredevil to a weakened child who hid from her fears instead of facing them, made her hide from danger, made her run while looking