Timid eyes
Seeking out an answer
A lump in the throat
Attacking like a cancer
Small dull emotion
All that
can be shown
Hear a faint cry
As you lie there all alone
Envious of ideal
Images to be
The solemn, barren face
Is
all that they can see
Reflections in the mirror
Are as good as it can get
Loneliness is no lost
Stranger to be
met
Sadness is the base
For strength that you will gain
For now throw on a smile
And dry up all the rain