More Poetry

Looking into the mirror I see
something that doesn't resemble me
I see blankness, and a void which cannot be filled
I see the faces of a millon people, I've never seen before
yet, they look oh so familiar
I see them laugh, I see them cry
I see them live, I see them die
It's been two long years since I lost myself
I'm afraid that I'll never be found
Another casualty of this stupid war
I really don't want to play anymore
Not that I think of this as a game, because I do not
because no one really know when it comes down to the matters of the heart
I suffer the worst wound of all
Some might say I'm cunfused, misguided, others say I'm hopeless
but I say I won't rest until the day I'm told this...
I love you. [shakkaa]