Fickle girl

You pirouette through life
Orange, purple, red, yellow
A whirlwind of deception.
So graceful, so lovely, so oblivious.
And your adoring masses believe,
They believe in the laughter, the light.
That you care.
Your eyes are shut with iron doors.
SLAM! And thunder.
You lock us out.
Ignorant, willful
Alone by choice
Ash runs in your frozen veins.
When you cut yourself,
Do you bleed darkness?
Do you believe darkness?
Fickle girl.