The wind howls on the lonely night
Not a sign of life to be seen
Little girls sit by their window
Watching the world wash by
Their arms are marked with fine lines and scars
Memories of their past convictions
Their eyes, once bright and full of joy
Now only seep tears of pain and hurt
They look at themselves in the mirror
Trying to remember the person they once were
Only to find an unrecognisable person staring back
Numbness takes over
Their skinny bodies
Overworked, with too little food
Everything feels so hard, so meaningless
What does one less meal account for?
The music that once brought them comfort
Is now just mere noise buzzing in their brains
The smiles they didn’t have to fake
Now never come to stay
Life feels like a chore
But with one gaze and look
They sweep it away under the bed
Now looking like the perfect role model they’ve always seemed to be before