When the pain is
perpetual
And your sorrow is
sanity.
When hurting is what
moves you,
Stuck in shadows, no
bravery.
When your eyes become
jaded
And you are sacrificed
to vanity.
When morose becomes
normal
Because your companion
is malady.
People walk through you
Afraid your pain will
torment their souls.
If they would only cease
the charade
And stop to touch the
glass,
They would see me
staring back.
Not the little girl
lost, with tortured eyes.
Not the battered mess
left behind,
But who I am beneath the
shatters.
The person I have
managed to be.
No matter what they say,
I am still human.
Like a blooming rose I
remember how to be open.
Because of love, I
remember how to cry.
But still no one stops
to feel me
As the masses pass me
by.
