In the mirror, I can see
The eyes of a stranger staring back at me
Soulless, vacant and lost
Searching for the place where all the smiles and happiness were tossed
In the darkness sublime, I grope the walls
Looking for the bygone joy, among pitfalls
If only I could pretend
Pushing away realities and making assumptions end
I wish I had a heart of stone
With neither memories or emotions to atone
Blissfully ignoring the obvious
Remaining carefree and callous
Her face seems familiar
But her eyes are that of a stranger
All I can ask her is a question
Who are you and where did I go?
Way to go Marlene. Awesome composition. š
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