pull back the clothes to show the beast inside,
withered and weary with no place to hide.
she knows not what is truth and what is lies,
scared and shivering with no hope inside.
she sees herself in a way no one else does,
confused and cold with pain on her side.
she cannot sit as torment does not abate,
disgusted and depressed with eyes full of hate.

she cannot think, she cannot hide,
from the beast which lies inside.
who is she, she does not know,
since all of her days are filled with woe.

a never ending hunger,
a never ending battle,
mind against mind,
an invisible fight.