Lindsay Stash Forever Alone She's left all alone on the cold floor in her bedroom. Loud sobs fill the room, Sobs loud enough that the whole world can hear if they listen. Nobody comes to comfort her. She waits for what seems like forever But still nobody comes. Soon the sobs soften And the tears are dried by the summer night heat. Her eyes close As she falls into a deep sleep of misery. Soon the morning sun casts its rays shining through her window. It awakens her to the new day. She picks herself up off the floor Her body is sore with a familiar pain. A mirror, an image holder, sits on her dresser. Picking it up, she examines herself focusing on the face. She gasps as she sees bruises, dried blood, and cuts from the night before. Again, she brushes a tan powder upon her hideous face And wraps bandages around the cuts that are too deep on her body. It's not good enough She can still see through the fake and into reality, Into her paining soul. All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up what she's been through She hides the pain so easily because her act is fooling everybody. The secret engraver of pain and fear will never loose his job. He keeps his job by feeding off of hate The more there is, The more efficiently the job is done. She smashes the mirror, realizing the cycle will never be broken.