SHE CRIES
I look in the mirror
and all I
see-
is a stranger
looking back at me.
I looked
into this person's eyes,
and asked her
why it is she
cries.
She didn't answer,
so I searched her
heart,
and found that it's been torn apart.
By
confusion,
hurt, and
agony-
of not knowing
who
she's supposed to be.
By worry,
fear, and
a dull
aching pain-
afraid she'll never love again.
I
couldn't stand it,
so I walked away.
But when I
looked
the very next day-
she was still
there,
with those same sad eyes,
and again I asked
her
why it is she cries.