kitty the naughty poet

My Reflection

The reflection in my mirror

is not the same as your eyes see

I see a shell of a broken woman

trying to stay alive...

attempting to feel,

something... anything...

shadowed eyes full of pain,

seeping sorrows droplets

disguised as a tear,

gliding down a broken cheek,

shattered...

a mouth that can not speak

words choke in the throat

scribbles lost in spluttered speech

depression surrounding my aura

curving my need for desperation

breathing in nought but sadness

exhaling, not any of it

holding tight to my shattered insides

while smiling on the surface

never letting it show...

you only see the mask of me

not my real reflection...