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...