Empty Polaroids of things that used to be
With the title
"Happiness is for Dreamers"
Scribbled in crude black ink
Atop imaginary people
That never truly existed in the first place
And blessed is the confusion of the one that is ignored
They always said she was "beautifully broken"
So the world spins
And the children laugh
Thinking it all a game
But the blue eyes cry
Tears of aqua and navy
Yet invisible to everyone, save the mirror
She's used to hiding anyway
Permanent marker scrawled across the ceiling
Glaring red in the moonlight from the open window
The howling wind reflects her cries as it dries the words
"DON'T hesitated to SPEAK
I see the words as the FALL from your lips
---you nEVER LOVEd me---"