I can hide my imperfections
with just one click
with one click I can change 
my hair, my skin, my whole face

But, there is one thing that 
remains constant, 
my eyes

My eyes tell the same story
no matter what angle I use,
what filter I use, 
or what mask I put on

The story of  a girl
Who was witness
to things she should not have seen,
things that would bend her until she broke 

The story of a girl
Who had her youth yanked 
out of her fragile hands, 
only to be replaced with pain

The story of a girl
Who is falling into a dark abyss
full of demons she could not escape

And, to this day you can see her,

You can see her fighting to break free 
but starting to slowly fade away,
slowly starting to 
loose herself to the darkness 
that she was destined to fall to 

And, will she ever break free? 

She will most likely loose,
but atleast she will loose 
fighting.