Energy

I can feel a room as if it was my skin, the emotion swirling endlessly a drop in tone in a voice the eyes narrowing. the rise of a chest the fall of a mood quite moments empty spaces a liars glance between two. I can tell if you are sad your mask, broken beneath my gaze I can tell if you lie your tone of voice gives way. I know more of you then me, I can see your energy. But myself I can not read I feel my own self apathy an empty shell to reflect your sorrows and regrets. A mirror of silver glass, cracked enough to pass as a shadow of a self, Leftovers of someone else.