in my darkest hour

in my deepest need

i stare at a mirror

and see nothing in me

heart frozen

cold and dead

trapped in a pen

sealed up dead

hate, bitterness

angst

what am i

why am i

is this all there is

if i could melt my heart

and clear up skies

of all my clouds

my eyes would open

and a sight to see

a stranger

inside

wanting to be me