stolen glances between two depressed teenagers

I've thrown myself off the cliff of uncertainty
and I fall
fast

scraping into
my shadows and
anxieties;
I hit my fears
face.
first.

The Plunge of Faith
comes hand in hand
with the Purge of
Eradication,
Deformation,
And
Illumination;

and with this pain-
this process
of being smashed open
Broken,
everything I thought I was
Dismantles,

and the mirror of the dark night
is created;

from which,
I am able to see
Everything I Am,
already Was,
and will always Be.

Within the pieces of
this dark night mirror,
I am finally able to see,
Me.

You smile and walk through the door
Tears daring to come out of your eyes
You look down at the floor
Repeating the same old lies
'I'm fine'
Although their never satisfied
My feeling are still classified.