She stands silently, in a haze of confusion and respite,
Her mind as fragile as glass.
A single thought is as good as a hammer,
Shattering her delicate state of being.

A doubtful force strikes.
And Her world comes crashing to the ground.

Shards embed themselves deep within the wounds of her heart and the pain sears.
The jagged glass begins to unpick the stitches that have held her tattered chambers for so long.

Colapsing on the floor,
She sobs a silent song,
Hiding her face within her hands.
Cheeks burn as she curses her own foolhardy nature.

Trembling hands reach for the decietful mask once more,
Cold fingers grasping the edges,
No longer feeling the pain.

She places her new self upon the old,
And seals it with a burning mistrust.
Whispering to them both,
Never Again.