MISS HAVISHAM

I see their faces,
The horror in their eyes,
The woman who looks dead,
But alas she never dies.

The woman in the big house,
The woman half mad,
But just because I'm broken,
Does it really mean I'm bad?

Not a day I wake when I don't feel the scars
Dotted in my mind like warped dark stars

They think I can't see them,
Or hear what they say
Just because it was decades ago when I last saw the day.

This room haunts me, this dress clings too tight
But I can never leave them,
It wouldn't seem right

That all I have left of my wedding day be thrown,
No, let us wait until my groom returns.