My pain gives you meaning in your time of despair,
Douse my beauty so that another day you can bare.
Beat me with your words, until your abhorrence can no longer be contained,
A new black eye that needs to be explained.
I stay in fear of what the future awaits,
Hiding the agony under my breast plate.
Make-up covering my every sore,
In the end it's my fault, for not walking out the door.
