She doesn't know what she's become,
she's running, sinking, drowning.
Who's this person looking back from the mirror?
Haunted, lonely, and afraid, but PRETENDING.
She paints on her smile and looks few in the eye... can't let her darkness out!
She's standing on the edge of sanity, the clouds of her facade pushing her closer.
Reaching crying out into the darkness...
falling, bleeding, crying, praying and wishing...
struggling, loving, needing, longing and SCREAMING...
She waits for the echo...
...she waits for the echo and weeps in the silence.
~jjb
