Somwhere in the middle waiting

Like a wilting flower, I somehow still hold on to beauty
Pasting myself within the depths of this community
I search for some meaning
Maybe a sign that I am real
Because the reflections that stain the mirror
Are images I suffer to conceal

Barely human, I walk across the unknown
Leaving footprints in the dust
I'm not too heavy, so the sand; I do not crush
My shadow looks so disfigured
A grotesque horror that I wish I could run from
My skin feels so painful
I beg you now, I want to be torn

And just like a feather
I want to be seen dancing in the wind
Feel me, if you could
I want to be so light, I can be lifted
Painting my lips red, to cover the hunger that eats at me
They find me lovely, I can tell
Yet they will never know me, truthfully

I am just a flower, that is now wilting away
slowly fading into nothingness
I somehow still hold on to beauty
Reminding myself that I can still make it