I woke up with a fractured skull
And bags under my eyes
That packed up all my tinted shames
And labeled them with cries.
They ripped open my mouth and stole
Away all my pointed teeth,
Leaving me defenseless
To the sharp pains underneath.
My head still aches, now empty still,
My nails all turning flat.
And I never thought they’d ever know
That I had always been like that.