Look at what you've done...

I dare you to find her in the labyrinth her mind provides To look into the eyes of a stranger that the mask hides Try to open her up, break open her chest  Read all the sick secrets that noone would've guessed Roll up her sleeve, count the cuts on her wrist See the red knuckles from an everclenched fist Every mark across her body, always hidden from the world Made by every insult that every person yelled Are you proud of what you've done to her? Do you see this pain you caused? These simple thoughts never occur  Until every hope is lost The dagger in her hand,  flows with her own blood  She's succumb to all the demons, You never thought she would Her stance is strong, yet breakable Her arms across her chest  Who knew of what she was capable? When she was always second best...