Hallow Shell.

A shapeless mist,
Emotionless child,
Empty eyes that watch,
Face blank.

Arms full of cuts and scars,
Legs as well,
Dark cloths to hide them,
No happiness.

She walks around a zombie,
Feeling so dead,
Less and less alive,
With each change of the moon.

Life leeches away her energy,
To conform is to hide,
Which she does,
And she cries when she does.

No place to hide,
Her cuts are not just outside,
The scars are deeper,
And more permanent.

To hide it all she wears a mask,
To hide is to die,
She no longer exists,
She is now a shadow.

A dark dead fog,
Impassive shell,
Empty eyes that watch,
Mind uniform.