One moment, you’re human, the next moment, an animal.
It is probably the last night, as I slump beneath his sheets, clawing at his will.
Everything is a fucking façade.
Tell me you love me. I know it’s true.
A mask worn.
A need for approval.
Mascara running, hysterical, drunk.
Once the admiration fades, the mask is removed.
I demand that you tell me how much I mean to you.
The animal is exposed.
I can imagine what he is thinking.
Who the hell is this?
She is nothing like I thought.
She can’t be trusted.
She will ruin my life.
Real Deep Shit 