The creature  stumbles through the front door,

and runs straight to her habitat.

she throws her bookbag to the ground,

and allows melodic sounds fill her haven.

She turns up the volume,

and enjoys the beautiful vocals that ring through the speakers.

The rich acoustics of the guitar vibrates the ground,

and the musical notes dance in the walls.

She starts to smile,

until her mind wanders.

she starts talking with herself.

she’s the bully and the victim.

she’s the pursuer and the receiver.

In her mind, she fixes her mistakes.

She replays each scene,

and screams to the top of her lungs.

Knowing that these conversations will never exist,

realizing that they’re fictitious desires.

She runs to the bathroom.

The creature runs cold water over her face and everything melts away.

The concealer melts away and reveals the truth.

Aged makeup discolors the water in the sink.

Her blemished face hides beneath the corrections.

Revealing  puffy red cheeks and baggy dark eyes.

Full pink lips, and a swollen jaw.

She gazes at her reflection.

Tears fill her eyes,

and run down her red cheeks.

Her bloodshot eyes stare at the individual.

The person smiles, a forced smile.

She spent her entire day, hiding.

Hiding her true feeling and ideas.

Shielding herself from the vain and conceited.

She chooses this, she chooses to punish herself.

The individual smiles while the music plays.

She taps her foot to the drums,

and sings along with the lyrics.

The creature has one thing that is real.

Her divine passion for the audible arts.