Lost

I look at the mirror and I do not recognize who I see    
lost eyes, without a soul they appear unseen.    
No glow or flare came out of that glance    
the essence of life was no where to be found.    
   
If you looked attentive for a heartbeat you could see,    
deep down in those hollow eyes, roaring for help was a gleam.    
A gleam battling the darkness on a quest to come to life.    
A gleam waiting and waiting until the right time.  
   
Oh,but what a shame,    
no one realize the pain this always happy girl    
 bears deep down inside her chest.    
If only someone would look attentive,    
If only someone would care more,    
This masked girl, could free herself and live some more

A.