Reflection

A poem I wrote a couple years ago and completely forgot about until today, when I found it flipping through some old notebooks.

Look.
There, up ahead.
Who is that?

There, in the mirror.
Who is it?

What happened to her?

Where are they going?
What brought them here?

To this place?
This hell
I never though I'd be in.

Who is that?
In the mirror?

Is she me?
Is it?
I barely recognize her.

She's changed so much
From what she used to be

How did I end up here?
And if I could change it
. . . would I?

I Hear You.

I hear you.
Sitting there in the corner, your sad thoughts leaking all over the place
Like you think no one notices.
Or maybe you want someone to notice. To care.

But you won't tell me what's wrong
And the silence between us is screaming
Go away! Leave me and let me be as alone and miserable as I always
Pretend that I am.
I don't know what to say. So I'll leave, in a minute.

But first, I just want to let you know
That when you're screaming at the world, thinking no one is listening
No one ever pays attention to you, no one ever knows what it's like to be you

I hear you.