Hollow

Hollow - Turnover
I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine.
The words coming off my tongue feel like
delicately polished,
practiced lines.
In my head I know my face,
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
that I might now know how.
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with
things that aren’t real,
to see if I can feel less hollow,
but I know it’s only temporary. It’s temporary.
In my head I know my face,
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
that I might now know how.
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.