The Shell of a Woman
The night the stars
Glared down on me
Until they stained my skin
Was the night i realized
I am in fact alive
I see the same things
You do
And i feel the same things
You do
Yet i feel like a martian
Who was accidentally dropped
Into my home
I don’t think i belong here
With you
And i don’t think i belong there
With them
I believe in nothing
And everything
All at once
I’m monotone
I’m black, white
And gray
I’m not happy
I’m not sad
But i’m not happy
I’m the blank space
On the side of your canvas
And i’m the empty photo
Album you’ve yet to fill out
I know for a fact
That i am alive
But i sometimes wonder
If i do exist