The sigh that escapes my lips isn't because I'm upset. No, the blank stare on my face isn't one you'll soon forget, and you can't even pretend to care yet. My eyes are like hollowed-out pools in which you can't swim, with no real depth to ever dive right in. Does it surprise you that I bothered to suck in a breath, heavy in my chest, without even asking permission? Just like the ride rises and falls, just like the rest. Am I anywhere inside myself, or am I just following the steps? Every day life takes its toll; it's hard to see the bright side of it. But here I go, pretending to smile. It's working so dearly, I'm even fooling myself, thinking I have a grip and I'm seeing clearly. The mask is molded tight, a perfect fit, you see, hiding the cracks, the silence screaming inside of me. Another day, another episode, flawlessly, a fool of myself I've made, lost in the role, a life I never made. And still, the hollow carries, a silent, lonely ass plea, am I still here for a purpose, or just a ghost of who I used to be?