Anxiety, it is her monster that will get out 

It goes deep inside her, it is her center 

Her very core of existence 

Fear, that it will overcome her, 

surpass her shadow,

Her normality 

It eats away what she has built up, without a care 

The years that she has changed and morphed herself 

Into a creature of perfection in her brain

Her thoughts scramble, 

She is reading peoples eyes, she can see into them

They cannot do the same to her 

She generalizes, because she feels satisfaction 

Satisfaction when everything is in place 

As it should be 

She is nieve, 

She doesn’t understand the world,

The world thinks it understands her 

No, she is just a mere reflection of her perfection

they will never see her core, 

Her sociopathic heart and everlasting will to be superior 

And she acknowledges that

Shadows 

the things we want the world to see

However shadows change within the hour 

Heart

Can be painted over

Molded 

Shaped 

As clay would be 

She builds her own walls 

Only to have them be torn down 

By the monster within her,

Myself.