You may think that I
Am only skin deep,
But all of us here
Have secrets we keep.
There is a reason
That I'm like this,
For it's my humanity
That I do miss.
I think of the girl,
The one that I shun,
And it makes me regret
Some things that I've done.
I'm one of the damned,
Neither alive nor dead,
And it broke my cold heart
To see my eyes gleam red.
But I have found love
When I thought I could not
And my uneasy mind
Temporarily forgot.
While I am distracted
By my beauty and lust,
My tormented being
Does not cease to combust.
And so time drags by,
My body so cold and pale…
I bear my ground.
I am Rosalie Hale.