The emptiness within your hand
The coldness of your heart
Counterfeit love you create for a time
Hoping to transcend the boundaries never reached
The pain within your face
The numbness of your emotion
Imitated words you say for a time
Hoping to fit in with those who say I love you and mean it
But nowadays you go home and sit alone
And fill your eyes with cardboard cutouts of perfect people
And those superficial tears of love you cried are really tears of pain
Hoping more than anything to become somebody else. Somebody found.