Thoughts

Today I stared in a mirror.
Repulsed by the girl who
stared back.

Since when?

Since when did I begin swimming
in insensitivity?

When did the ones I love
begin to hate me?

When did I stop having to force
the fake smile I wear for people
everyday?

When did that superficial smile
begin to become natural?

And can I even call it natural?
It's so fake it's UNnatural.

I was staring at the girl in the mirror,
while all these thoughts raced through
her hollow head.

Empty shell, that's what she is, or
at least that's what I decided to
call her.

Empty shell...