We as Humans

Week.

I left my face at home,
my expression unpainted
I couldn't be bothered
to stand in front of gunfire
to heat my freezing soul
with the flame of emotion.
I've shut down
the part that tells me
which way
the corners of my mouth turn.
This grim line is structured
and maybe that's what I need.
I have too few words to give away
to tell you that my heart
is freezing its shards
so I'll nod.
I guess that works.
People are easy to trick.
I don't want to reflect your eyes.
I'm not your mirror.
My shoes are much more present.
If eyes are windows to the soul
I'm leaving mine blank.
The monsters under the bed
fascinate me
and I think I prefer their presence.
I have no answers.
Can you not see
the foggy ocean
I'm drowning in?
I'm told
this isn't me.
Asked questions
I just can't respond to.
It's only today
I couldn't hide it.
This loss
that consumes me
day after day
and week
after
week.

New philosophy stuff coming soon. Not a fan of this one.