For those dressed in long draping sleeves

on the sunniest of days,

quivering as they walk

wincing subtly with each step

For those with lilac bruises

outlined by hints of yellow

For those with tinder ribs,

hushed spirits,

and restlessly terrified minds

For those with faltering confidence

and relentless insecurity

For those with smeared mascara,

tears,

and the sheer feeling of worthlessness

For those with thickly coated concealer 

on an aching jaw,

trembling hands,

and a tongue that lies so peculiarly:

Fear is not love.