Reflection in the Mirror

Ice cold

Walled in

Trustless

Broken

Too late

To see

Please, mirror,

Ask me…

"What could've happened?"

"What could I be?"

"Can it be fixed?"

"Is it really just 'me'?"

I don't have the answers

Although I try

With everyone around me

Nobody sees me cry

I can see the tears

I can see my face

But there will always be that scar

I just can't erase.

Not the physical blemish

The one anybody can see

The ones deeper than skin

The ones that say 'help me'.

I honestly think the world needs more poetry. Maybe I'll improve on this later.