Reflections

I stand in front of the mirror,

Desperately trying to hide the pain in my soul.

Some concealer here, a little color there-

I vainly try to paint the picture that the world-

Including myself, wants to see.

But the pain remains,

And no make-up can hide my eyes.

Once again I try to breathe

Behind the mask I’ve spent years creating-

And perfecting.

It’s so much easier to be alone-

No one asks questions,

No one sees the truth you try so desperately to ignore.

No one asks when you’re alone,

Because no one is close enough to see.

Who would I be if I could unzip my brain

And step out of this flesh?

What road would I choose if I had nothing to run from?

Who will I become

When I finally have the courage to walk away?