Insomnia
the clock taunts me
three o clock it screams
another sleepless night
has brought me out
from my hiding place
frustrated, i rake a groggy hand
through my tangled tresses
and gaze at my reflection
i hate the mirror
it deceives me
and i wonder if it also deceives you
it shows not of the truth
that lies within
but instead of the mess
that covers me
dark rings under my eyes
i handle the rejection well
and paint on a smile
like always
the mirror does not show
the internal conflict
it does not show
me cursing the smile
i hate it
it is no longer a gift
but a necessity
i look away
but not before i glimpse
sadness in those eyes
hiding from the smile
do you see it too
i wonder
and a frown creases my brow
i ask myself
why i care
why i torture myself
with these questions
and i know
you only want
what you cant have
it has become obvious to me.
-me
the clock taunts me
three o clock it screams
another sleepless night
has brought me out
from my hiding place
frustrated, i rake a groggy hand
through my tangled tresses
and gaze at my reflection
i hate the mirror
it deceives me
and i wonder if it also deceives you
it shows not of the truth
that lies within
but instead of the mess
that covers me
dark rings under my eyes
i handle the rejection well
and paint on a smile
like always
the mirror does not show
the internal conflict
it does not show
me cursing the smile
i hate it
it is no longer a gift
but a necessity
i look away
but not before i glimpse
sadness in those eyes
hiding from the smile
do you see it too
i wonder
and a frown creases my brow
i ask myself
why i care
why i torture myself
with these questions
and i know
you only want
what you cant have
it has become obvious to me.
-me
