As I look at the kid in the mirror I seen war torn eyes.

Something about them was just so tired, but yet those scared eyes still peered through the dark to see the light for others.

Poetic words spoken from their mouth to make others feel at peace, to find sense in but what about them?

Empathy seeping from their pores like the weeping of waterfalls, all for others but none for themselves.

Nights they spend sleepless, dreamless, so meaningless.

Reprehensible, they see themselves as blameworthy of the things that cannot be help.

Observent they are. The servent in your service to aid you in your journey while their feet are stuck in the pavement of their own road, but they cheer you on as you leave, unpaid for their service.

 Sincerely trying to fake that small smile and pretend their life is together while their minds in fire.

Expectations are breaking, the weight on their shoulders pulling them to their knees but quietly seated back row unseen by those who expectations weight most heavy.

Contemptuous towards themselves, throwing insults at themselves like rocks in water. No one hates them more than they hates themselves it’s impossible.

Listening to others talk about past trauma feeling guilty for their own drama not thinking it is bad enough to open up. Saying their fine and it’s dishonest.

Intentionally avoiding questions, dodging them like bullet. Picking their words carefully like walking through a minefield. Don’t take a wrong step or be blown to shreds.

Never do they ever feel deserved of the good things they have. They do not feel they deserve to be treated with the love and care their partner gives. It makes accepting it hard.

Especially when they know how much they are loved by the one they love the most.

As.

Something.

Poetic.

Empathy.

Nights.

Reprehensible.

Observent.

Sincerely.

Expectations.

Contemptuous.

Listening.

Intentionally.

Never.

Especially.

Aspen rose cline. That is me. My name.

Aspen means the tree of hero’s but I?

I am no hero.