When will it be my turn?
I've waited long enough!
The mirror still shows
A completely false image. . . .

Not me! It's never me that I see
In the preternatural darkness
Behind my staring, lost eyes.
The tears have clouded my vision
For so long; I'm almost blind.

I laugh & smile inanely
To hide the empty truth
from others . . .
So they will never know the real me,
Nor how much pain I live in.

When the rain comes,
I wish it would dissolve me
Forever into nothingness,
Because my pain is a heavy load,
Too enormous & monstrous to bear.

Can someone spare a cloak
To hide my shame within?
Blood oozes out of my wounds
Which are invisible to everyone,
But never to my sorrowful eyes.

The blood that I lie in
Is a congealing black color . . .
And I'm so thin & despairing
That the wind would blow me...