you don't see me
behind closed doors.
who she is
i'm still not sure.

she tries to prepare herself
because she knows
you want more.
painting her face
she'd rather be a whore.
it's better than what you don't see
behind these closed doors.

it's never enough
she makes it more tough
that it really has to be.
her inner beauty
she refuses to see.

she's the other side of me
the girl that can't cope.
the part of me
that feels no hope.
she's nothing
without her shell
her inside she repels
she damns herself to hell.

it's her dirty little secret
she locks the image away
but she's compelled to keep it.
if only the costume were real
she cries.
if only she could feel
and function without
these beautiful lies
covering the hideous outside.

caught up in running from
her made up demise.
it's so sad she doesn't realize
she's already lost.
paying such a high cost
for figments of imagination
caught up in her infatuation
of someone else's perception
blind to the deception
of the exterior
and she created it
the feeling of being inferior.

it creeps up
someone has to die.
the time comes nearer
and nearer.
someone has to say goodbye.

love michelle.