| Portfolio Piece: Poetry – Looking Inside |

She’s so small, curled up in that dark pit,

She isn’t as tall as I thought I would be,

Sometimes she looks up at me and asks ‘is this it?’

I don’t recognise that face, is that really me?

I’ve no conviction in her eyes,

Are you still afraid? Do you still cry in your sleep?

I’ve a mouth of anxious and pretty lies,

Do you still say to God ‘my soul to keep’?

I can’t bring her along but I can’t make her go away,

But you don’t believe that, because I never did,

I can’t tell her that it’s going to be this way,

No one like that reached out to where I hid,

It’s not safe in this world; it’s not safe in my head,

It’s dark in here; it’s twisted, cold and hollow,

But with nowhere to go, she’s made her bed,

Did you find someone who could lead you? Someone to follow?

I wish she had it better, many things she didn’t need to feel or see,

Do you still laugh and hurt people in your head?

But without that suffering, she wouldn’t be me,

Do you still have those scars from where I’ve bled?

Sometimes I just watch her cry,

You can walk on but this bond you cannot sever,

And wait for her to die.

In this small body I’m going to haunt you, torture you forever.