A contemplative day

A contemplative day
One that strikes at the soul
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
It's just you now
Alone with yourself
There's a monster under your bed
And skeletons in your closet
Emotions pushed down deep
A reverent silence behind your eyes

You think you are something special
With a face full of mystery
And a body full of grace
Its times like these though that terrify you the most
The days when there is no one whispering their praise
When no person stops to to behold your beauty
When you are considered ordinary
You are forced into the mind numbing insanity that goes on in your psyche
The pain that only you can feel yet you deny all the same
You are a broken porcelain doll
Beautiful but painful all at the same time