how can u confess ur depression to others
if you cant admit it to yourself
the acceptance of myself flees
everytime im close to grasping it

the words are soundless
but the thoughts scream
a battle from side to side
is it true or just a fleeting feeling?

when trial day comes
the mirror is the door
guilty or not guilty
the refection as my judge

and suddenly the verdict seems clear
and the tears, placid fall fast and sudden
making pools in my palms in which i catch them in
puddles of truth and windows to my soul

i throw the tears at the mirror
and the pane of glass ripples with purity
for the tears are the absolute truth
of what my fate holds