Sickly

Sick and alone
She sits and waits
Waits for her chance
to be unrecognizable.
She wants to be perfect.
It tears away at her
flesh and eats her insides.
But all for the chance to be known.
Pathetic as she may be, she fed to the hungry,
bait for the unknown.
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