waking up feels like tragedy, a mistake, an embarrassment
her blood is warm through her veins, it burns, if only she could cut the life out of it
and her legs, they were like made of wires, it could bend and break
and as soon as those eyes are laid on her, her senses breaks down
for her brain is shaped through faults
illuminating their version of her; stupid, ugly, useless, a mess
but she proves nothing to anyone, even if they are wrong.