She puts on her mask of happiness
its getting old and worn...

Memory slowly fades
like petals falling from a rose...

Therapy
like an onion...

Wishing to be thinner
she decides not to eat...

His lonely eyes only see things
in shades of blue grey...

Part of me is gone
wandering through foreign places i will never see...

I lie here
in my bed...

Inside of my head is a dark carvern
an empty space...

Me
Rage...

He lives half way around the world or maybe more
in a landlocked state with no sandy sea shore...