Out of tough skin I battle with my emotion.
Tearing through the layers, of self despising motion.
Brought upon by devils strain, thoughts I can't control.
Perpetrating every bone and rinsing out my soul.

Whispering like jealousy, tormenting brutal fears.
Calling on anxiety to wipe away the tears.
Leaving pieces on the floor to kick about and trample.
Old women's perfume, I am that sample.

Left alone to wonder the tracks of beaten minds.
Crying to all souls, to criticise and define.
Not worthy of my own respect, I fall down at my feet
And beg for mercy to the tear stained image, broken glass doth perceive.

Banging on the door, bolted to my heart,
To let out the ghosts who are trembling in the dark.
One last chance to flatten, all detestation,
And break down the door that captivates all vexation.