STANDING NAKED

Bathed in tears, she buried her hoping
She would fade and die
No more paling fears, but no
She still lives somewhere deep inside
Sometimes she peeks out at her
There's no need to feel
Just a sad little girl, standing naked
She's not even real
But--
Sometimes she claws her way out of that dead place
She can smell her rot
As she stares her right straight in the face
She fights the maddening urge to vomit
As she catches a glimpse of her
Self-loathing and cruel desecration
The horror, the pain, the rage,
The overwhelming humiliation
Of just a sad little girl
Oh her dear Love, it really, really hurts
Standing naked, being beaten.