Why does she hide behind the long sleeved armor and the chain mail of hate?
self loathing eats at her skin leaving scars for all to see,
and eroding acid of disgust bubbles up from within,
she sits back and watches as the world passes her by,
they one who reaches out gets eaten alive,
alone is where she is and where she shall be,
safe in danger,
comfortable in itchy woolen armor of hate,
in the gutter of the world.