By accident, or maybe fate
We exchanged glances.
Only for a second or two,
But the discomfort was definately there.
The pain, as usual, was there too.
But this time was different,
This time it hurt more.
It felt like my soul had been torn from my body,
And placed under a looking glass,
For all to see.
But who wants to look at something so ugly?
Half missing, battered and bruised.
You obviously didn't,
Well, not tonight anyway.
You looked away without a second thought.
Without realizing that those spots,
The bruises and sores and scrapes,
Belong to you.
You never thought that a simple smile,
Or an occasional hug,
Could've prevented such ugliness.
But, as usual, I'll survive.
Drop my head, sigh, and go on with my life.
Half alive, half dead.
Wishing for the latter of the two to override.
To take control and fulfill my dreams.
Take away my pain.
Then I'll smile, and it'll truly be real.

~Author Christy R.

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