she dresses like no one should care but
everybody will and she speaks like she’s in charge.
she laughs and cries in private because she enjoys
her own company more than anyone else’s and
her favorite person to speak with lies in
her own mirror.
she bites her nails and picks her skin because
what else will satisfy and calm the shaking
deep in her bones?
she pulls herself apart before anyone else can
because she needs to get ahead. no one
can tear her down if she’s already
hit rock bottom.
she makes sure to tell people she loves them
and how, in her mind, they are perfect.
and she does this because she means it but also
because it is what she longs to hear from others.
and she writes poems, admiring herself because
who else will?