The Stranger In The Street

You're beautiful on the outside, but on the inside you're arrogant to people who do not know you because you're so sad and fragile that if they get to close they might just crack you down the middle. You're terrified of the dark and you wince as you pass mirrors. If your friends were smart they would see the vulnerability in the few seconds after you wake, before the mask descends. They would see the shadow that passes over your face as a stranger brushes past you in the street. To you, I'm just another of those people, passing you by in the street, but if for a moment you'd look back you'd see me standing still, staring after you. I wish I could tell you that I know, I know what's happening to you 'cause you see, you're just like me. We could be happy broken together.