Depression
I think you broke something when you left.
I can see it in the mirror,
yet I can't figure it out.
With eyes red from crying,
I search my expression,
desperately trying to find and mend whatever is broken.
I'll never forget what what you said.
The hatred lingering in your eyes,
Why does this hurt so much?!
I don't understand. It's been eight years since you first left.
But each time it feels like the first.
Sighing I give up,
whatever is broken will have to wait.
People are here, family is visiting.
Time to wear a mask and hope somewhere in this house I'll find a remedy.
I'll pray that every one's joy will rub off.
I wonder how long I'll have to do this.
