When I am alone
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I scream
A silent scream:
Empty the air from my lungs and
Let words unsaid tumble soundlessly
Over rugged cracked lips.
A feature I don't recognize fashioned
On a face that is equally foreign and strange.
A face I dare not give to a reflection.
A face I am afraid now to see.
A face that belongs to the person I've become
Not the person I strived to be.
When all others are gone,
I cry not in the face of loneliness
But for the tragedy I refuse to see.
The person I've become,
The ruins of what I wanted to be.