Bare

She tries so hard to isolate herself and pretend that she’s now immune to this drama. Truth is she is the most vulnerable.
She thinks about other people and how they think and what they think about. If only they knew what she thought about.
She can’t withhold her tears, they barge before she can tell they’re coming.
She hates his guts, what he has done and is still doing to her.
She looks at this mess and knows for a fact that it can not and will not change, yet she holds on to any string of hope that it might change.
She wishes she could dissolve into thousands of pieces, and disappear.