I see a figure who looks haunted and drained by some imperceivable force.
I see a figure who looks they might cry at any moment or has cried for a very long time, either scenario is a likely possibility.
I see a figure who might be hard to sympathize with.
I see a figure who is used to be alone.
I see a figure up against a wall, metaphorically and literally.
I see...
blankface....implying lack of strong emotion,
what may have started as slight confusion, turned to depression, evolved into bottomless boredom,
a Mona Lisa with her knowing eyes and small smile turned deranged,
a simple Starry Night by Van Goth now suddenly complex, and
a Scream by Munch silenced by the vast nothingness.
I see what are fancy paintings, but it's just me.
I took this picture, alone, in a bathroom stall.
It's the face I've always seen in the mirror, but you've never seen.
I have only one question:
Can you tell me what you're feeling looking at me?
Maybe then I'll know how I'm supposed to feel.
About the Creator
Sofya Maxnide
daydreamer not a night sleeper time traveler instead of a keeper beyond time yet always behind
Do I know who I am?
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