Lonely people

      
     
     
     
    mirrors come in different shapes, forms, sizes....      
they're all on display even more now a days;      
I see many lonely people; lonely people grabbing onto purpose;      
I know if you were to meet someone like me it'd be plesantries along with misery      
     
     
     
  cracks in my mirror; broken glass upon my bare foot's lonely path;      
if they laugh; they're putting on a show through their mask their pain is exposed; what is my purpose? perhaps my "better half?" what ever that really means apart from being too attached....      
     
     
     
      
  is this existence really mine to claim(I feel trapped)?    
 a question to myself, I often ask ….    
 I've chosen to remove my mask....  
 "facing facts" that nothing is for certain or forever no matter what you multiply, divide, add or subtract through well studied science, or math....  
   
   
   
   
   
how long does one bear to stand, until they admit they need to rest their mind full of stress....