I am looking in the mirror.

Seeing the tear drops run down my hot cheeks.

Lights reflecting

Pictures staring

Nothing is different.

I still see

The same old me.

The one outlined but not colored in.

Empty and hollow,

Except for my broken heart.

I can see

Ugliness

And darkness

And something different

Than anyone else.

And I know you’ll never

Cry for me

The way I cry

Because you think

I’m not worth it.

I am looking in the mirror.

Seeing the tear drops run down my hot cheeks.

Lights reflecting

Pictures staring

Nothing is sound.

Now, I can see the passion.