Familiar Silhouette

Loneliness is the mask that I wear, creating itself over time. I look at a face that doesn't care. Though I recognize it as mine. Telltale lines linger there, of years come and gone. Shadows of gray, the color I wear. Light that once was, has withdrawn. A misty veil clouds my eyes, in an effort to hide my tears. The pain there, I can't disguise. while holding back my fears. I welcome darkness, I no longer see the scars that life left behind. I remember, the face that was me, a familiar silhouette in my mind.