Enigmatic like a blank stare
on an unreadable face.
A lone tear from a left eye
watching you disappear with the right.
Not able to tell anymore
if the space looking
to be so desperately filled
is whats making you feel forsaken.

Go on. Fill yourself up
with what you're missing
and sit alone asking why
it will never be enough.
That's how you raised her.
Isn't it?

Leave them like there's something
pulling you along.
A flawed creature searching
for salvation in immortal
ideas and feelings.

The pretentiousness passing
from mother to daughter
like an epidemic.
She never had a chance.
Born sick of the flat earth
she was laid upon.

Doomed to forever leave
herself in blank pages of secrets
just to feel whole
even for a minute.