Lilac sunrises tattooed into her twin eyes,
Mediocre.
And sometimes they reflect azure skies,
Strange.
Flashing behind her eyelids are technicolour dreams,
Unloved.
Holding the shards of her sanity together are unravelling seams,
Outcast.
Strength lost in rock pools of doubt,
Insecure.
I don't tell her she's special because that's not what she's about,
Denial.
The truth hurts but secrets kill,
Obscene.
Yet she continues to live in mystery still,
Solemn.
Her cherry red mouth opens wide,
Emotional.
And out tumbles the secrets she longs to hide,
Foolish.
Her face registers shock and despair when she's done,
Fear.
She's left like a fish gawking at the sun,
Regret.
She never listened when I told her to stop bottling it up.
I never listened when she told me to stop bottling it up,
I wish I'd listened.
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