Why won't they look away?
Their smile, poorly drawn, not matching their eyes
They are shattered... lost... unfocussed
There is a darkness
Something not quite right
...like a vital piece is missing
...like they're rotting inside
A twisted joke
A pathetic copy
Pretending to be me
The eyes of a monster
Always staring back at me
They know...they know I'm too broken
They know I'm barely human
I fear the day they give me away...
How long before they all discover what I am?
How long can I hide behind this fake smile?
How long until the (destruction) I've known was inevitable since I first opened my eyes... comes to pass
I have held my breath waiting for so long...
...Terrified of them noticing...
Maybe once I am finally seen I can let out the air that has gone stale within my lungs
but will it be my last?
Do I continue to cling to the shadows out of fear for what the light shall reveil?
Or do I surrender to my reality?
We often reach our destination on the path we take to avoid it.