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