Does she see the monster within

Is it what is loved

Grotesque and self-loathing

What is attractive about this

Is it the pain that glints out the windows

Fixing things that are broken

Smiles that choke back the vomit

Yet toxic words slip out

To love or to breakdown

Smashing the brick wall of security

Or putting it back together a compliment at a time

Mirrors reflect the undesirable

The unwanted the unworthy

It's locked away inside

Buried deep, but rotting away

Necrotic tissue moving towards the surface

But still I'm loved

But what is there that could be loved.