I am 

a reflection of a fading soul

in a mirror...

I wonder how people perceive me.

I hear the faint, tattered voices

of lost friends.

I see the shattered memories

of who I used to be.

I want to go back, to feel

the hugs of acception.

I pretend I don't feel,

even though it truly hurts.

I worry that I'll be

forgotten.

I cry because I care too much.

I am from a true home,

built up in the past and abandoned today.

I dream of seeing them again, 

soon. 

I scream and shout that 

I want to go back.

I whisper, 

"I will never be the same..."