The Mirror

For days I kept thinking about her . .
the emotions in her face . . filled with life
yet the rays that framed her soul grew dim
how, for the first time. .in a long time . .
I wanted to embrace her sadness and feel what
she had felt . . .
I longed for tears to flow down my face though
I knew it wouldn't feel well . .
This beautiful being in front of my eyes
the despair in her voice . . .
how I wanted to make her feel better
looking at her made me realize a lot about myself
and how BADLY I wanted to change
since then I've been hating me . .
and the numbness my heart tended to grow
I am yearning for affection . . within myself
yet the more I despise, the less I feel
and soon it will all to fade to black
and I will still not be able to help her