(in)secure

On her desk lies a framed photo of her and her best friend.
Hanging on her walls are posters of her favorite movies and fondest memories.
In her closet is beautiful dresses and imposing awards.
When you look at her, what you will see
Is stylish clothes and painted nails.
She is stable.
She is secure.

In her desk, hidden behind the positivity,
Is a blade.
She uses this when she's lonely.
She uses this when she's hurting.
On her walls, behind the posters,
Is holes.
Holes from the nights
That she had so much anger, so much guilt,
And nothing to take it out on.
In her closet, hidden behind the awards,
Is weed. An addiction refusing to go away.
When you look at her, what you will see
Underneath her stylish clothes and painted nails
Is cuts on her wrists from the blade,
And yellow-stained nails from the weed.
She is unstable.
She is insecure.