write hard and clear about what hurts

caked on a pound of flesh
pink or is it brown? what matter, it smears in like the rest.
hallow unrested eyes, cracking lips,
nails ragged with rips~
the pain is harder to hide
thankfully safe; no cares to look inside.

one last look in the mirror with searching eyes:

as long, as long, as long
as long as it appears it's fine.