Missing I Appear

In the front of your eyes

you pulled down the curtain

a see-through disguise

whats the prize

whats our worth

what or souls mean to this world?

is our toll for living

to get hurt?

I stir my words

in mouth

I stir them up

with a pen

len...

len...

I put them everywhere I can

behind your ear

under your cheek

to soak up every tear

A part of them I only whisper

to the emptiness of my shell

but I believe that the echoes of my soul

will get it somewhere

tell me if you can hear

even if I was missing myself

in those words I still appear