The ghost in the mirror

I gaze into the mirror, my reflection unclear 

the one gazing back is it really me? I fear 

I barely recognize myself

All I see is a shell of a man who cant even recognize his own voice

One restricted by his own choice 

Those eyes, ever so flary have dulled down to naught 

probably thanks to all the tears they fought 

The body all battered and broken, 

a soul so tired it chooses not to waken 

Maybe all it needs is somewhere to belong , someone yo rely on, a shoulder to cry on, But alas what can man do but hide behind a smile and move on