Battle- Scars

Wanderlust In Mentality

The leftover makeup
Cakes the crevices of her paired orbs,
Leaving them to look
Lethargic and weak.
As she stirs her coffee,
She wonders what life is supposed
To be shaped like.
Is it a full circle,
So give what you'd like to receive?
A triangle of struggling, desperation, and survival?
A loop of strained eyes against the smog filled room?
A downward spiral of darkened dreams, created by her problematic spoon?
She's watching the next generation
Frolic and play with ignorance
To the rain (outside, and inside her captive mind).
She's ponders why life is smooth
For so many others
And how it's almost -almost-
Funny that they all wanted to pick her up
Off her knees
To show her that life is worth it,
And now they couldn't seem to care
Any less about the girl
In the rear view mirror-
Laying in the dirt and gravel,
Continuing to contemplate
What life is even about.

AN: this got really tangential lol.