You see on my face, you can what I see my self

I see the same four walls, the same cold light,

Every day repeats itself like it’s trapped in the night.

I’m getting bored of the silence I fight,

But I whisper “it’s fine” just to feel alright.

Midnight finds me crying where no one can hear,

Tears slipping down like they’re scared to appear.

I put on that strange little smile they think is sincere,

But the mirror shows a face that’s nothing like here.

I tell myself I’m normal, like I used to be before,

Before the quiet wounds inside me started keeping score.

Before the hidden pain I carry deep in my core

Turned my heartbeat into something I don’t feel anymore.

I see that I’m trying to act the same as before,

But the truth is I’m fading behind an invisible door.

All the old hurt still echoes, still stains my floor,

And the smile that I wear isn’t mine anymore.

They see my grin like it’s bright, like it’s clean,

But they don’t see the cracks that only show in-between.

They don’t see the storms that I hold in my chest,

Or the way my thoughts pound when I’m trying to rest.

Inside, I’m unraveling in ways I can’t explain,

A soft kind of breaking wrapped in invisible pain.

I stare at the same empty corner again and again,

Trying to remember the version of me that felt sane.

I sit in the same room where the hours don’t move,

Where the shadows on the wall never shift, never prove.

I watch the same ceiling like it’s something to soothe,

But it only reminds me of the things I can’t lose.

I walk through my days like a ghost in my skin,

Pretending I’m fine with a half-hearted grin.

But the mirror keeps whispering the truth I’m within—

That the person they see isn’t who I’ve been.

I try to stay normal, to act like I’m whole,

But the cracks in my thoughts keep taking control.

I’m a quiet little storm with no place to go,

A fading reflection that no one will know.

I see the same things until my mind goes numb,

The same empty silence where the feelings come from.

I tell myself “I’m okay,” but the words taste dumb,

Like a song with no rhythm, a beat with no drum.

I’m stuck in a loop that I can’t break through,

A version of life that doesn’t feel true.

I’m trying to hold on, but I don’t have a clue

How to carry a weight that keeps growing anew.

Still, I sit here, staring at the same old view,

Trying to survive in a world that feels untrue.

A lonely little heartbeat with nothing to do,

Except whisper to the dark that I wish I knew what to do.