EMPTY



I don’t know why I feel this way.
So empty
I can hear the echoes inside of my head.
Without anything being said.
I look in the mirror
Into my own eyes and all I see is empty space.
No color fills my face.
Subconsciously I put on my mask
With which I am void of all emotion.
I have forced smiles so many times
It seems to come naturally
But it does not.
I am a ghost
A ghost who is shackled to the remains of
An empty soul.
These people that surround me
They love me



But they do not know me.
Not completely.
They know one side,
One mask.
I am not a caged bird.
I am the cage itself.
The bird has long flown away to find the spring.
And here I remain,
And shall remain,
Until the time is right and my little bird returns and fills my eyes with
the life there once was.
Until then
May my iron mask hide the emptiness that
lies within in my eyes.



Written by Sammantha Nicolino.

 
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