Am I the only one

to see the darkness in your eyes,

to feel the hatred in disguise,

to hear the noise inside your head

that punctures walls and words unsaid,

to linger more each passing day,

and pick up thorns you throw away,

to bridge the gap, to fill the void,

to build the walls that were destroyed,

to find the sun within your night

and bathe you with this unseen light,

to crush your dreams and break your heart

and keep the pieces of your world

torn apart

And so I ask, am I the one

or am I just another

work undone?