Inside...Out

She cut herself, you know. She cut herself open and let everything that was inside come rushing out and now she can't put it back. She doesn't want to, anyway. No one understands except for her. That isn't a new thing. It's just that now some of them see what they don't understand. Most of them still don't bother trying. The mask is still there, but it's shallower now. It barely reaches beyond the surface. It no longer covers her soul. There is a danger in that, but there is a greater joy coming because of it, or so she saw... Even if there wasn't... she can't go back now. The hole is too big to close. She's almost inside out, almost...