Through her smile and sociable ways,
Rests a weary, shattered gaze.
Few will see it and care.
She feels there's no one there.
Amongst a sea of people she is lonely and cold.
She has no one to hold.
Or maybe she does,
If she could retract into the person she once was.
She stares into the bathroom mirror,
Hoping to see anything clearer.
Nothing comes except tears.
She's swallowed by her fears.
The face on the other side of the glass,
Seems like a mask.
Unable to recognise her own skin,
She feels far from the time she's in.
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