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"True Face"

Silver eyes scanning a pale white room agian.
A numb mind listening to the screaming silance.
The whipsering voices now screaming in her ears.
It used to be so easy to ignore them,
It used to be so easy to forget the distructive urges.
Alas now it was all in vain as always,
For now she sits, seeking help wanting to be free,
But, she'll never be free, not like this.
No she feels her only way out is death.
No one but few know of her fears and voices,
Few know of her urges to hsi very day.
The last one who could help her that she told,
Oh that wicked one, only told her of an overactive imaganation.
yes, maybe she's right, maybe it's all in her head.
Explain the scar and cut on her inner left thigh then!
Explain the screams at night for her troubled mind!
No more lies, no more happy face!
Today is the day we see her true face