A small gathering of friends

Is normal at our age.

It is early in the day,

And we have yet to sleep.

Maybe that’s why I felt it

So very much.

Maybe I shouldn’t have wanted

To ask how he saw me.

Either way the answer is the same.

I was hollow.

I was empty.

My smiles meant nothing,

My jokes for mere show.

There was little sincerity

To my actions and words.

Emotions were a game.

Even then I laughed it off.

Even then I smiled.

How did he know,

That I was so empty.

How did he see,

That I was ignoring my pain.

Maybe the mirror of glass

I so painstakingly taped

Really showed a broken reflection.

Maybe I am broken.


Bruised and Scarred – Mayday Parade

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