They say people are like reflections,
The emotions you show and feel,
The smile, the anger, the sadness,
It can be reflected back to you.
I assume that this is your reason,
Why you expect me to smile as you wish,
So you could be happy as I seem,
Even when I feel empty within.
You tell me you know me,
You say you knew that my smiles are true,
You say we’ve been happy,
And your choices are for “us”
The truth as you see right now,
Is but a fraction of me,
Because when I am unhappy and anxious,
You refuse to believe I can be.
You tell me I am your beacon,
In the night that is your life.
I am not digital, I can’t stay the same,
The things you wish for are too selfish.