the skin i’m in
looks like mine
a hundred scars carved over time

sometimes uncovered
washed with shame
trapped in chains of guilt restraints

the smile i wear
is just a mask
hurt that breaks like shattered glass

my eyes intent
they look bemused
tears unbidden play by depression’s rules

arms outstretched
longing touch
no one there, just emptiness

i see the light
my legs won’t move
cemented, left in solitude

betrayed in body
thoughts tangled like strings
who i was is no longer me