You know you’re broken
When your own reflection
Won’t even look you in the eyes

Acknowledging jealousy
Only validates insecurity
But why pretend
To be content

Hold me a glass cup –
Something fragile seems too tough
For –
Wash the remains from
The clear insides
And

Remember:
I will shatter
If dropped

My eyes are closed
But my ears listen

My mouth shut
But my mind goin' round about

Heart choose to rest and let it go
But my head wouldn't and keep it go

Must i go on and hanging on

Or give in to the dark
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Is it a distance?
Can all of this be just a way to move forward.
It seems to be just one place, one circumstance.
Will take my life through to a goal?
How many accomplishments can I get out of myself.
Will there be moment I can live through and know that was what my meaning was?
To the reader, doubt will not be the answer.

18 Drafts
One receiver's address
I sigh and delete all of them
It's too late for anyone to be receiving it

I am in a room.
So many people
They just can't seem to stop talking,
laughing,
joking,
having a good time.

Can't they see it is futile?
Can't they see I am in pain?
Can't they see I need quiet?

No, they can't.
But maybe that is because I can't either.
Maybe I don't know myself so no one knows me.

I don't want to be seen.
I want to disappear.
To be a mystery.

But I can't stop their eyes.
I can't change who I am.
But I can change how I see myself.

So I will.
I will see myself,
Not through my eyes.
But through His eyes.