Your eyes reflect
a glaze of emptiness
complimenting your face
with its stoic ideology
Those permanent headphones
glued to your ears
help to seal out the world's pollution,
and gives you insight
into the troubles of others
You wander aimlessly
loathing your invisibility
yet basking in your nothingness,
that scream for help
shall never be heard
Then you go home
your lair of private regrets
hiding in your non-existence,
but when you look deeply
in the bathroom mirror
I see you
© Antonio Beardall
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