The Allusions Before You

Her eyes were hazel,
a molten bronze.

Her lips were perfect,
touched by grace.

Altogether perfect was her show.

The perfect actress everyone knows.

Although the perfection covering her skin was rough,
her scars shone through.

Deeper than the scars on her wrists lay the tears in her heart.

Inside she was dead.
Alone.
Scared.

This was all in her head;
the wounds we share.