JOY
There i stood, looking into the eyes,
that i would have once called my own.
The mirror, showing such a wonderful face,
But of course, that is not what is seen in the eyes of the beholder.
Cause here i stood, looking into the eyes of the man i would have once called my love.
The one that belonged to me.
But Now I Stand, alone.
Dark, pushed into a corner.
Crying.
My eyes red, fire red,
of tears that were not water,
but blood.
Not only did i cry for him, but i cried for myself.
I let him slip,
not from others,
but from me.
He was the one that was supposed to make me happy.
The one that was supposed to fill me and complete me.
But here i am, looking into his eyes, thinking.
Is he the one, is he the one i should shed tears for?
I believe not, cause he is becoming that mirror.
Not the reflection of me, but the reflection of him.
As i look at him, i dont see myself, i see him.
A simple lifely being, one filled with bodily fluids, nothing abnormal or normal alike.
His face, detorted, cause of the shame he put onto me, and to himself.
I do cry for him, but i more cry for myself,
because i hurt more than him.
He has others to turn to, while i stand alone.
Under a tree without a shadow to block the sun from the beautiful mountain view.
But there he stands, he stands under clouds that shade him and hide the real him, just like i used to be, but instead of clouds,
They were crows.
The black bird of a savage beast.
A spirit eater, more preferably.
I was once like them, eating off of my friends for happyness.
Now i am here, alone.
Am i truelly happy?
or do i fake the smile...or the smile that once shown?
All is amiss...
and i am a dark crow now turning grey.
I am becoming happy...
And for once i can stop keeping myself from being happy.
I got my heart back today.
Its a heavy burden, but i hold it in my chest as a new born child.
Thats what a child is, it has many emotions...so do i.
And here i stand, looking into that mirror, now being able to call the reflection my own, i dont see the once they once called my love, but i see me.
The real me, the me, happy.
And i smile, joyfully,
calling these tears,
joy.
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