A Glass Jar.

A sickening feeling as she blurrs past the golden framed mirror.
Sick of the image she sees; the bitterness, the hatered, the disgrace,
All from the fear that hides behind circled eyes.
Nothing is beautiful when everything is sullen.
Nothing is beautiful when nightmares are repeated.
Another night alone,
Another meaningless mess of mangled expressions.
A tumultuous crowd of strangers hidden in the back of her mind,
The abstract friends she desires,
But has yet to seize.
Downsize her thoughts, and put them in a glass jar,
Hide them in an attic, one day to be discovered.
As it crashes against a maze of tiles at his party
The screams are so silent that they destroy the friends she wanted so dearly.
What a mess, what a haunting mess.
Life will always seem better,
Especially when the happiness doesn't last forever;
It is impossible for merriment to endure.