blackoutLate at night
When I’m all alone
which seems to be more than
I would prefer
I gather my esteem
And spread myself
over the day
looking in a mirror
that projects
my fear
And I turn off all the lights
Mute the soundtrack
that scores my marred scene
Wondering if in the dark
I can be found
or maybe just maybe
it will be the dark
that finally whispers
What no one 
not even my reflection
can see
the rejected silhouette
of a disperate need
to be beautiful

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