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I saw a face-

void of emotion,

lacking happiness,

and compassion for life-

gazing at me though the mirror,

and I became afraid.

Afraid of the words

that unfamiliar face

might utter to another

unhappy face that is

lacking compassion for life.

Afraid of the chain of events

that might to place

due to a lack of smile

and an inability to cage irritation.

Fists at my sides

Squeezing tight

Nails breaking skin.

I just might

Be losing my mind

To the disorder

I have always

known. Need water

Mouth dry and

The words I think

Are never loud

And never enough

To confirm my

Passive existence.

I might as well be

Dead, and not angry.

Do a better me do you make?

Without you, do I suffer?

Or make the same mistakes?

Do I need you?