My Sorry Self

I stared at that girl for a while -

that girl who always smile.

I looked into her eyes,

through the walls -

walls she built up thick and high,

I looked into her soul.

Inside those walls,

she looked so small, so fragile,

even more so when she smiles.

She'd been so tough, and strong;

But not enough, and not for long.

She'd been broken, not yet mending;

She had fallen, and still falling.

Into emptiness, she had fell,

to darkness, into hell.

She felt dark inside, she felt hollow.

She currently hide, full of sorrow.

I realized how lost she is,

and i felt sad for her...

I felt sad for myself.

because when my vision cleared.

into my own eyes, I stared.

How could I be like this?

I thought to myself.

Then I smiled the best smile I could muster,

and turn my back on the mirror,

heading for the door,

leaving my sorry self to herself.