Faded
By April, age 24, New Jersey
you're looking through me from a mirror-made image in your mind. you don't truly see me but feel what you hope is real. you don't know where you belong but you know it's not with me.
would you still love me if you found you didn't know me at all? would you still love me if you couldn't see me at all? or would I just fade away like the rest of the memories collecting dust beneath your bed?
you keep me hidden so no one can see, so no one can watch. would it be that bad for people to know how you feel? do you feel anything or has the time come when I no longer belong in your dreams but just the memories?
would you still love me if you found you don't know me at all? would you still love me if you couldn't see me at all? or would I just fade away like the rest of the memories collecting dust beneath your bed? perhaps I am fading ... fading away from myself ...
you don't love me anymore, anymore, you don't love me anymore.
do you see me at all?