I look for a way out of my self constructed prison
A small crack in the wall of self doubt and self abuse
I know it is impossible
My cell is an intricately woven web of lies and fakery
It is sticky and utterly inescapable
Even I cannot flee my own mind
Barely conscious of the real world
I cry only to feel, smile only to convince
Though I am not sure who I am trying to convince anymore
My body is a masterpiece of lace-thin comfort-wounds,
Purple, green, blue and yellow splotches paint pale flesh
Burns marr smooth skin
I love the artwork I create
I embrace the shadows that cling to the remnants of my sanity
I will never be able to escape my beautiful prison
I will never stop trying
