you know that those glass cups
that you were holding so perfectly
might have as well slipped out of your hands
it almost hurt to visualize the possibility.
you know that the last time
when you said ''yes'' to something
it might have as well turned out to be ''no''
the bloody wars inside your head remained invisible.
you know that the words you said
which others found so kind and appropriate
might have as well been the silence
the difference did not seem so huge anyway.
there is so much inside of you that always stays there;
screams and songs
colors and darkness
words with no syllables
the empty space that somehow always feels crowded
broken glass, hesitations and silences
that no one will ever see.
then why is it that you found your own mirror in the eyes of others?