why can’t the worlds combine?

one falls over her imperfect cheekbone,

then they begin to tear apart her beauty,

as they strip off the make up,

the make up that hides her from reality,

that hides her true self.

have these smiles been a facade?

hiding her inner pain,

from herself,

and the world?

She attempted to leave her solitude,

and try the social atmostphere,

but it failed her,

she can no longer recognize her own reflection.

as she strips her outer being,

the tears begin to collect and

flood her consciousness,

she contemplates old rituals,

physical pain,

isolation.

while they seemed so painful,

they yeilded her successes.

“why can’t these two worlds collide?”

she screems at her more recognizable reflection.

why can’t the warmth she has felt

be coupled with the success trhough pain she latched onto before?

she cannot understand,

but realizes that these embers she has enjoyed

are merely the greed she loaths,

she has become what she hates,

and lost her progress in the process.

what now?

can she go back?

is there a way to make up for the lost time?

the lost scores?

the lost life?

it matters not,

for she will retreat back into the darkness,

into the solitude,

and find her resting place.