She speaks

Bound to superficial realities
fettered to a vacant vanity,
hiding from my own reflection,vomiting remorse
and eating my own words.
terrified to face my facade.
Doubled over bleeding,
impeding the paths of others.
broken by the straw of society
- my consciousness
condemned and frayed.
Bordering borderline insanity,
inundated by missions
armed with promises that simply will not last
haunted by an everlasting past.
My whole world is an illusion
of confusion I've gradually chosen to embrace.
I reject acceptance to avoid monotony;
even my inconsistencies long for change.
a sinister grin accompanies my every reflection,
liberated of reason or substance.
In these, my gifts
I freely give
replacing the places of self-hatred
with meditation
and erasing all traces of
temporal limitations
Broken and impaled,
I honor my bed of nails
leaving me scarred and numb
but shaping the person that I've become.