The consequence of an unloved life, your features and mind segregated to keep the two from appearing close, and you couldn't help but sense you're as ugly as you felt on the inside.
Your failed attempts at a camouflaged existence, the little secret you always kept and now I know that you weren't meant to be.
The blood ran from your legs, only to drip from your white laces, the slits in your neck were testament to this commitment.
Keeping an injured animal is no kinder than letting them die, and with a smile we waved goodbye.
The blood washes away and you were gone as as fast as...