Lost

When I fall down,
I find myself.
Lost in the world's glory.
Losing grip of who I am.

My reflection in the mirror

changes its appearance as often

as I try to copy the better ones

attempting to win them over.

I laugh as everybody does

more for others than for myself.

A life without a purpose

as empty as a bullet shell.

Dismayed at a life wasted

and the things I never did

my heart aches in the moment

of knowing what not I've been.