Reflecting the Disorder

Looking at the reflection of my worried eyes in the scratched mirror
I try to see if my eyes reveal my honest thoughts.
I’m thinking I’ve never been so alone
but I only see green irises and pupils, emotionless.
I could cry if I wanted to.
I will cry,
to see my eyes fill and empty, fill and empty.
I’m not sure what I’m proving to myself.

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