Keep Off

Openness sets in.

She uses her mask to hide herself from others- it is an ugly thing but there are no sneering, snide remarks behind an iron wall of veiled emotions. Especially when she set it up herself.

After the momentary darkness and apparently severe lack of intelligence, she is roped into the world.

Everything was made so much more severe as she looks back and regards the words spoken. A vociferous, vehement melée is sown into her mind, seeds of truth in the oily sin that permeates her.

selfish. rude. conceited. cruel. ugly. impudent. churlish. ignorant. impolite. ungrateful. 

self-seeking.

Her heart ripped a little at each memory of each word. She knew it was true, she worked at changing it. She needed some sort of out that would help her to discover something else that wasn't centred on her.

Forgive me?